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We entered a couple of lines from a poem into an AI image generator. Can you guess which poem?
This one is pretty easy. The next one could be more challenging.
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 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;
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.”
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
((where's my non-artificial unintelligent cookie?))
I won't be surprised if Lord Dampnut orders statues of himself to be erected everywhere.
They will have to be heavily guarded in order to avoid desecration and/or destruction, though.
So will his tomb, for that matter.....