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| Ozymandius Redux |
| 2007-08-08 |
| Posted by:Seafarious |
| #3 |
| Posted by: Scooter McGruder 2007-08-08 12:45 |
| #2 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. And also found upon those stones, was crudely writ, And poorly wrought, the name of one "B. Jones", Who scribed, "Was Here", and nothing else of note, (He long ago was taken up by local constables for it.) |
| Posted by: Anonymoose 2007-08-08 10:29 |
| #1 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. And also found upon those stones, was crudely writ, And poorly wrought, the name of one "B. Jones", Who scribed, "Was Here", and nothing else of note, (He long ago was taken up by local constables for it.) |
| Posted by: Anonymoose 2007-08-08 10:29 |