Ozymandias – Percy Bysshe Shelley (1818)
Ozymandias – Percy Bysshe Shelley (1818) 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 passionsContinue Reading