i met a traveller from an antique land,who said - "two vast and trunkless legs of stonestand in the desert. . . . near them, on the sand,half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,and wrinkled li, and sneer of cold command,tell that its sculptor well those passions readwhich 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 Ozymandis, king of kings;look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!nothing beside remains. round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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