Ozymandias test file

This is a demonstration of the use of TAPAS for a TEI workshop at DH2018, Mexico City

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   <teiHeader>
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         <titleStmt>
            <title>My poem collection</title>
         </titleStmt>
         <publicationStmt>
            <p>Created for a workshop on TEI at DH2018 in Mexico City</p>
         </publicationStmt>
         <sourceDesc>
            <p><ref target="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias"/></p>
         </sourceDesc>
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      <body>

         <div type="verse">
            <head>Ozymandias</head>
            <lg type="quatrain">
               <l>I met a traveller from an antique <rhyme label="a">land</rhyme>,</l>
               <l>Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of <rhyme label="b">stone</rhyme></l>
               <l> Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the <rhyme label="a">sand</rhyme>,</l>
               <l> Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose <rhyme label="b">frown</rhyme>,</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="quatrain">
               <l>And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold <rhyme label="a">command</rhyme>,</l>
               <l> Tell that its sculptor well those passions <rhyme label="c">read</rhyme></l>
               <l> Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless <rhyme label="d">things</rhyme>,</l>
               <l> The hand that mocked them, and the heart that <rhyme label="c">fed</rhyme>;</l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="tercet">
               <l>And on the pedestal, these words appear:</l>
               <l><quote next="">My name is <persName>Ozymandias</persName>, King of Kings;</quote></l>
               <l><quote>Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!</quote></l>
            </lg>
            <lg type="tercet">
               <l>Nothing beside remains. Round the decay</l>
               <l> Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare</l>
               <l> The lone and level sands stretch far away.”</l>
            </lg>
            <signed>
               <persName>
                  <forename>Percy</forename>
                  <forename>Bysshe</forename>
                  <surname>Shelley</surname>
               </persName>
            </signed>

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My poem collection

Created for a workshop on TEI at DH2018 in Mexico City

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias
Ozymandias 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.” Percy Bysshe Shelley

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My poem collection

Created for a workshop on TEI at DH2018 in Mexico City

Ozymandias 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.” Percy Bysshe Shelley