These Lifeless Things

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I met a traveller from an antique landdsc_0760

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
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Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commanddsc_0627

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.dsc_0642

Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

(P.B. Shelley, Ozymandias, 1818)