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 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!' Also the names of Emory P. Gray, Mr. and Mrs. Dukes, and Oscar Baer, Of 17 West 4th Street, Oyster Bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |