I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: One vast and whole form of plastic Stands in the desart. There, over the sand, Full cast, a perfect visage frowns, whose beck, 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!" Each thing beside remains. Round the display Of that colossal wrought, boundless and bare The lode and laurel sights stretch far away.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Two trunkless legs stone
Who said: One vast and whole form of plastic
Near them, on
Stands in the desart. There, over the sand,
Half sunk shattered lie frown
Full cast, a perfect visage frowns, whose beck,
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!"
No ec
Each thing beside remains. Round the display
eck
Of that colossal wrought, boundless and bare
n ev and
The lode and laurel sights stretch far away.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. 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!" No thing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.