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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

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i have read this before. a good poem on just how important / unimportant each of us are to the cosmic scheme of things. You are well read Aerosmith92.
I humbly thank you sir. professor
hulks of stone do little to create legacy for they shall pass soon enough...
I read your post 'bout poor old Ozymand'
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
Yet somehow granite lasts longer than even a DVD shall...
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