Ruminations on Ruins
<p><em>“I met a traveller from an antique land</em></p>
<p><em>Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone</em></p>
<p><em>Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,</em></p>
<p><em>Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,</em></p>
<p><em>And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,</em></p>
<p><em>Tell that its sculptor well those passions read</em></p>
<p><em>Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,</em></p>
<p><em>The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:</em></p>
<p><em>And on the pedestal these words appear:</em></p>
<p><em>‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:</em></p>
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