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RAMESES II.
Surely this man did deem himself a god,Was lifted up with superhuman pride,
As one who was already deified.
His conquests he had carried far abroad,
And kings and peoples trembled at his nod;
And so he raised his statues far and wide,
Constructed tombs to hold him when he died,
This great Colossus on the world who trod.
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Thy palaces blocked up with drifting sand,
Thy tombs the owls and bats have made their own,
And where thy temples once did proudly stand,
There now remains the shattered, prostrate stone,
And ruin reigns triumphant o'er thy land.
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