by Percy Bysshe Shelley   1818

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 those 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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4 Responses to Ozymandias

  1. Glenn Fairman Glenn Fairman says:

    A cracked looking glass for those who would build on foundations of iron mixed with clay. All great human systems come to naught because they are birthed in the womb of wretched ego—that colossal wreck of presumption.

  2. Glenn Fairman Glenn Fairman says:

    The more I think about it, it is tragic to have been born in a soulless age of whirring machines that think but do not dream and of men who dream but do not think. To be such a late born man is a burden.

    • Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

      I often look back at the 20’s or earlier and think that’s where I belonged. I love the hi-tech gadgets. But America was a much better place before the “Progressives” began to take over. They are soulless. If I could do it all over again, I would become a psychiatrist specializing in helping the legions who suffer from depression and alienation because of their minds and souls having been poisoned by the Left. A person could get stinkin’ rich doing that.

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