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Ozymandias

"I met a stranger from an antique land
Who said:

Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert,
Near them, half-buried,
A shattered visage lies
Who's 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 -
"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look upon my works, yea Mighty, and despair."

Nothing beside remains
Around the decay of that colossal wreck
Boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."


-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Transcribed, mostly, from memory, with a few corrections.

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