名人诗歌|Ozymandias of Egypt

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said： Two vast and 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^{1 of cold command}

Tell that its sculptor^{2 well those passions read}

Which yet survive， stamp'd on these lifeless things，

The hand that mock'd 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^{3， and despair！'}

Nothing beside remains^{4. Round the decay}

Of that colossal^{5 wreck6， boundless7 and bare，}

The lone^{8 and level sands stretch far away.}

Percy Bysshe Shelley， 1792 - 1822