7.
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.”
Percy
Bysshe Shelley
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