These ruins of the statue
of Rameses the Great inspired the following sonnets in 1817:
Ozymandias |
Ozymandias | |
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I met a traveller from an antique land |
In Egypts sandy silence, all alone, |
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Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone |
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws |
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Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, |
The only shadow that the Desert knows. |
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Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, |
I am great Ozymandias, saith the stone, |
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And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, |
The King of kings: this mighty city shows |
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Tell that its sculptor well those passions read |
The wonders of my hand. The citys gone! |
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Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, |
Nought but the leg remaining to disclose |
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The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; |
The site of that forgotten Babylon. |
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And on the pedestal these words appear: |
We wonder, and some hunter may express |
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My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: |
Wonder like ours, when through the wilderness |
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Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! |
Where London stood, holding the wolf in chase, |
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay |
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess |
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Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare |
What wonderful, but unrecorded, race |
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The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
Once dwelt in that annihilated place. |
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