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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:


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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:


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What survives

By Jim Paredes | March 25, 2007 - 12:00am

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...

Sunday Lifestyle

Shattered visage

By AT RANDOM | By Fr. Miguel A. Bernad, SJ | January 20, 2003 - 12:00am

There is a well-known poem by Shelley about a once colossal statue that was in ruins in the desert. Standing on the pedestal were the two huge legs, but the rest of the body was gone. Nearby, half-buried in the sand,...

Opinion

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