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Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelley


I met a traveler 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 shatttered visage lies, whose frown,


And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command,


Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,


Which yet survive, stampt on these lifeless things,


The hand that mockt 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."

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