Percy Bysshe Shelley - Ozymandias lyrics

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 pa**ions 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."—