...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...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...

...well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, Jhe hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these...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...

...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...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...

...legs of stone Stands 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,...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,...

...yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed : 2 And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is...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...

...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...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...

...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...words appear : ' My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Ix>ok on my works, ye Mighty, and despair ! ' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal...

...and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them...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...

...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...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...

...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...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...