Ozymandias - Shelley

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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 down upon 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.'