I met a traveller from an antique land, \/\/ https:\/\/en.wikisource.org\/wiki\/Ozymandias_(draft_manuscript)<\/a> Ozymandias. I met a traveller from an antique land,Who He\u00a0said\u2014 \u201ctwo vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desart\u2026 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 readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1060","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1060"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1065,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1060\/revisions\/1065"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1060"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1060"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1721.space\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1060"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Who He<\/del>\u00a0said\u2014 \u201ctwo vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart\u2026 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 on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, this legend clear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair!
No thing remains beside. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.\u201d\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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