Giacomo II d'Inghilterra (e Scozia)?
No.
Vissuto nell'800?
*We are all bad in someone's story*
Vissuto nell'800?
No
Carlo Edoardo Stuart, Bonnie Prince Charlie?
« 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Nel'700?
*We are all bad in someone's story*
Attila re degli Unni
Carlo Edoardo Stuart, Bonnie Prince Charlie?
1720-1788, nato a Roma, nipote di Giacomo II di Inghilterra e VI di Scozia, e conosciuto come "il giovane pretendente" (al trono), che, fuggendo dal campo di Culloden Moor, venne apostrofato dai suoi stessi sostenitori con il grido di "Run you, cowardly Italian!", e la cui immagine mentre saluta l'amante Clementina Walkinshaw è riprodotta sulle scatole di biscotti Walkers.
Credevo fosse più difficile. A te.
[*]Donna
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« 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
che indizi deliziosi!
personaggio reale?
Mastro Architetto dei giochi
Indiscusso Campione dell'errore di battituraù
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`Proudly Stark!`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`LaBarriera Fanlover`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`Ned Wannabe`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
"O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
(P.B.Shelley)
personaggio reale?
Sì
« 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
ancora in vita?
(e dopo questo mi fermo fino a che non intervengono altri utenti 
)
Mastro Architetto dei giochi
Indiscusso Campione dell'errore di battituraù
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`Proudly Stark!`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`LaBarriera Fanlover`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`Ned Wannabe`·.¸¸.·´´¯`·._.·`
"O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
(P.B.Shelley)
ancora in vita?
(e dopo questo mi fermo fino a che non intervengono altri utenti
No
« 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Attrice?
*We are all bad in someone's story*
scrittrice?
Attrice?
No
scrittrice?
No
« 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
