| Ozymandias | |
| By Percy Bysshe Shelley | |
| 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.” |