[00:25.710]I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "
[00:30.405]Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . .
[00:37.866]Near them, on the sand,
[00:41.311]Half sunk, a shattered visage lies,
[00:45.347]whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
[00:50.729]Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
[00:55.045]Which yet survive,
[00:57.025]stamped on these lifeless things,
[01:00.383]The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
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[01:08.048]And on the pedestal these words appear:
[01:15.009]
[01:16.388]'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
[01:23.316]Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
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[01:41.369]Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
[01:48.667]Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
[01:54.975]The lone and level sands stretch far away."
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