Ozymandias
by Percy
Bysshe 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 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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Percy Shelley
| Classic Poems |
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[ Ode to a Skylark ] [ Ode to the West Wind ] [ Ozymandias ] [ The Mask of Anarchy ] |
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