Ozymandias

Ozymandias

By Percy Bysshe Shell*y

I met a travel*er from an antique land,
Who s*id: Two vast and trunkless legs of*stone
Stand in the desert. Nea* them, on the sand,
Half sunk,*a shattered visage lies, whose fro*n,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer*of cold command,
Tell that its*sculptor well those passions read<*r> Which yet survive, stamped on t*ese lifeless things,
The hand *hat mocked them, and the heart tha* fed;

And on the pedesta*, these words appear:
"My name*is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
*ook on my Works, ye Mighty, and de*pair!"
Nothing beside remains.*Round the decay
Of that coloss*l Wreck, boundless and bare
Th* lone and level sands stretch far *way.