mad liberties with shelley in poetry

  • Nov. 14, 2021, 8:42 p.m.
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I met a (Noun) from an (Adjective) land,
who said “Two (Adjective) and (Adjective) legs of stone
stand in the (Type-Of-Location). Near them on the sand,
Half (Past-Tense-Verb), a shattered (Noun) lies whose frown
and (Adjective) lip and (Facial-Expression) of cold command,
Tell that its (Noun) well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these (Adjective) things,
The (Body-Part) that mocked them, and the (Body-Part) that fed;
And on the (Noun), these words appear:
My name is (Pronoun), (Title) of (Same-Title)s
Look on my (Plural-Noun), ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
of that colossal (Noun), boundless and bare
The lone and level sands (Verb) far away.”

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