1\startlanguage[en] 2\startlines 3I met a traveller from an antique land, 4Who said—\quotation{Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 5Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, 6Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, 7 8And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, 9Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 10Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, 11The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; 12 13And on the pedestal, these words appear: 14My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; 15Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! 16 17Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 18Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare 19The lone and level sands stretch far away.} 20\stoplines 21\stoplanguage |