Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 to 1822
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Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Who said - "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone