Ozymandias
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
My favorite poem of all time :) Mostly because when you hear Leonard Nimoy tell you he is Ozymandias, the line sounds extremely epic :D
Comments (5)
who tho he once ruled far as eye can see
now lies in ruins there in the desert sand
a testament to time's supremacy