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 [face] lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold
Tell that its sculptor well those
command,
Which
passions read
still survive, stamped on these lifeless
The hand that mocked them, and
things,
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.
Of that colossal
Round the decay
wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far
away.
Select one
piece of evidence that supports the situational irony of the
poem. (10 points)
From an
antique land
• Cold command
Boundless and bare
h
Those passions read