- 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.”
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