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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Strongest poem i read during long time
Can anyone through light on the line 'The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed'.I eagerly wants to know whose hand and whose heart is the poet talking about? Please do help me in this matter.I have got confused.
Not good but its ok
not good but its ok
Not so interesting but nice 😏
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