RUDYARD KIPLING.
OZYMANDIAS OF EGYPT.
"Ozymandias of Egypt," by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822). This sonnet
is a rebuke to the insolent pride of kings and empires. It is extremely
picturesque. It finds a place here because more elderly scholars of
good judgment are pleased with it. I remember an old gray-haired
scholar in Chicago who often recited it to his friends merely because
it touched his fancy.
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 these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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;"
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
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