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I met a traveller from an antique land | |||
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone | |||
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, | |||
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, | |||
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, | |||
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read | |||
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, | |||
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: | |||
And on the pedestal these words appear: | |||
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: | |||
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' | |||
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay | |||
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare | |||
The lone and level sands stretch far away. | |||