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I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert …. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that […]