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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 sneer1 of cold command, Tell that its sculptor2 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 Mighty3, and despair!" Nothing beside remains4. Round the decay 点击收听单词发音
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