OZYMANDIAS
                            by Percy Bysshe Shelley


                  I met a traveler 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 and decay
                  Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
                  The lone and level sands stretch far away."


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