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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and ruddy jowls of stone
Sit in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
Blustering lips, and sneer of self-regard,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Who said—“Two vast and ruddy jowls of stone
Sit in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
Blustering lips, and sneer of self-regard,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the ego that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Bozzymandias, King of Kings;
The referendum result must be respected,
We will leave the EU on 31st October!
The hand that mocked them, and the ego that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Bozzymandias, King of Kings;
The referendum result must be respected,
We will leave the EU on 31st October!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
