Alpha Ozymandius-Prologue


    I met a traveller from an antiquend,


    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 coldmand,


    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."


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