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(M: Jarva, Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822))

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,
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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 Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye
Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe
lone and level sands stretch far away.
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