Ozymandias (Percy Bysshe Shelley) Video (MV)

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said, to vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert, near them on the sand
Half sunk are shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well, those passions red, 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
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Nothing beside remains round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sand stretch far away
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Nothing beside remains round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sand stretch far away
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