Ozymandius

Recently, i was talking to a friend and got into a conversation on some of the greatest poems. One of the first poems that came to my mind was Ozymandius. There are a lot of things that are striking about it ; The way Shelley describes the pride, the sarcasm about the ego, the practicality of the situation and the subtlety in the description. Anyway, without further ado and anymore rambling, i quote one of my favorite poem

“The Ozymandius”

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler 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 Ozymandius, 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.