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Grandeur versus the Sublime

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:  “Two vast and trunkless 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 … Continue reading

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