“Ozymandias,” Percy Bysshe Shelley
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 lips, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped […]
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