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.'

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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eh its no good i dont like it that much horace smith wrote a better poem
All great or small who came had to leave this world, the death touched them softly or crudely only their deeds tell us how they were
This poem needs to be read as a child and towards poethood. Only then do the words become clear.
Strongest poem i read during long time
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