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[Hide] (15.9KB, 700x933) Reverse >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.”