BaalChatzaf Posted April 29, 2011 Share Posted April 29, 2011 I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand 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 readWhich 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 decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.'- Percy Bysshe Shelley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reidy Posted April 30, 2011 Share Posted April 30, 2011 (edited) These are said to be Shelley's source, though they don't literally fit his description. I don't think he ever saw them. The poem is timely anyway, in connection with the Trump campaign. Edited April 30, 2011 by Reidy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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