review_text: ''I met a traveller from an antique landWho said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,The hand that mock'd 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 decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away.''Percy Shelley
review_text_processed: ''i met a traveller from an antique landwho said:—two vast and trunkless legs of stonestand in the desert. near them on the sand,half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frownand wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandtell that its sculptor well those passions readwhich yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,the hand that mock'd 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 decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,the lone and level sands stretch far away.''percy shelley