Ozymandias

Image3.jpg AncientMask2.jpg OZYMANDIAS 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd 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. 05 Breathe in the Air.mp3 Breathe in the Air by Pink Floyd Ancient Warrior by Jayne d'Arcy Feb. 2008 Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley art, poem, poetry, shelley