Dr.
Abel's Course Page
Imet
a traveller from an antique land
Who
said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand
in the desert..near them, on the sand
And
on the pedestel, these words appear:
My
name is Ozymandius, king of kings;
Look
on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And
wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell
that its sculptor well those passions read
Which
yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things
The
hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of
that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The
lone and level sands stretch far away.
Shelly
Political Science 141
Americxan Government
Foundations
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