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The poem describes a traveler telling the narrator about ruins in the desert - two large stone legs and a shattered face half buried in the sand, with an expression of cold command. On a pedestal nearby are the words "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings," implying it was a statue of a ruler. However, nothing remains of what were presumably great works and monuments, showing how even the mightiest of kings and their works will decay and be forgotten over time.
The poem describes a traveler telling the narrator about ruins in the desert - two large stone legs and a shattered face half buried in the sand, with an expression of cold command. On a pedestal nearby are the words "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings," implying it was a statue of a ruler. However, nothing remains of what were presumably great works and monuments, showing how even the mightiest of kings and their works will decay and be forgotten over time.
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The poem describes a traveler telling the narrator about ruins in the desert - two large stone legs and a shattered face half buried in the sand, with an expression of cold command. On a pedestal nearby are the words "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings," implying it was a statue of a ruler. However, nothing remains of what were presumably great works and monuments, showing how even the mightiest of kings and their works will decay and be forgotten over time.
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. 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.