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.”