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...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...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...

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...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...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...

...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...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...

...stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies. . . . ********* And on the pedestal, these words appear : My name...on my works, ye mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Hound the deeay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch...

...legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,...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...

...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 cold command,...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...

...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...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...

...Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies. . . . «****•**» And on the pedestal, these words appear : My name...on my works, ye mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Bound the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch...