I met a traveler from an antique land,
I met a traveler from an ancient country
who said-"two vast and trunkless legs of stone
He said: there are two huge stone legs
standing in the desert ... Near them, on the sand,
Half-hidden in the desert
Half Sunk, A Shattered Visagelies, Whoseflow,
There is a broken stone face
and winked lip, and sneer of cold command,
sipping his mouth and frowning. The face is still dignified
Tell that its sculptor well these passions read
I think the sculptor must know his feelings
which yet survives, stamped on the life things,
that expression is still on the stone
the hand that mocked them, and the heart, that fed;
while the private person has passed away and turned into dust
and on the pedestal, the words appear:
Look at the inscription on the stone pedestal:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
? I am the king of kings, Ozmanz Diaz
Look on My Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair! "
achievements cover things, and the strong are impressed?
nothing remains. round the decay
In addition, there is nothing
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
around the ruins, only the yellow sand is rough
the lone and level sands stretch far away.
Lonely and desolate, stretching in all directions.