Ozymandias

• I met a traveller from an antique land
• Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
• Half sunk, a shattered visage lies
• wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
• The hand that mocked them
• the heart that fed
• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings
• Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
• Nothings beside remains.
• The lone and level
• Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
• Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things