Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias"

Ferrick Gray

Poetry Showcase

March 14

⠀⠀ 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 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!"

⠀⠀ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

⠀⠀ Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

⠀⠀ The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Music by Kevin MacLeod

"Lost Time" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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