Ozymandias<\/p>\n
By Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/p>\n
I met a traveler from an antique land,<\/p>\n
Who said\u2014\u201cTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone<\/p>\n
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,<\/p>\n
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<\/p>\n
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<\/p>\n
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<\/p>\n
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<\/p>\n
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;<\/p>\n
And on the pedestal, these words appear:<\/p>\n
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;<\/p>\n
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!<\/p>\n
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<\/p>\n
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare<\/p>\n
The lone and level sands stretch far away.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Source: Shelley\u2019s Poetry and Prose (1977)<\/p>\n
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