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All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood. | All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood. | ||
''"Ic an | ''"Ic an gaanger fraam lonte ealt gemette, gespaaken: 'ascen ond unstaamisc twajan stande am sandes... Dem discbiej, am de sande, odriscen-helf an gesiht broascen alege. Froans, ond lop runsel, bruangoa caaldriescen, asajon dat skoelptor brines goad sieht- alibban, am dese alderlieas stannes. De stanhaand gecansen, ond heiert gefed. An bacn, leofes kumme: Ic hadoe Osimandjas, kuning am fejnes. Dehn alehc/sieh am mie werces, du brega, ond cwuef uehne! Laaf Nedinge. Dat laaf-ascen umbgaang, bere ond unbunden. De sandes an ond flasc faar befenne.'"'' | ||
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 visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that it's sculptor well those passions read- which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare. The lone and level sands stretch far away... | 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 visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that it's sculptor well those passions read- which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare. The lone and level sands stretch far away... | ||