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In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, |
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Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws |
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The only shadow that the Desert knows. |
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"I am great Ozymandias," saith the stone, |
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"The King of kings: this mighty city shows |
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The wonders of my hand." The city's gone! |
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Naught but the leg remaining to disclose |
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The sight of that forgotten Babylon. |
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We wonder, and some hunter may express |
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Wonder like ours, when through the wilderness |
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Where London stood, holding the wolf in chase, |
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He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess |
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What wonderful, but unrecorded, race |
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Once dwelt in that annihilated place. |