"Ozymandias," by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Bull's passage reminds me of a piece that Matthew Philipose introduced in the beginning of the year:  "Ozymandias," by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

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 mocked 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.'

Go, IPians.  Go.  Continue to strive as scholars and - in the process - surpass revered authorities and incarnations of Ozymandias.

For Shelley's poem, please follow the next link:  http:/​/​www.poetryfoundation.org/​learning/​poem/​175903.  Or, to hear Tom O'Bedlam's reading of the poem, please consult the video below:

(An illustration of Ozymandias.  Picture located at "Invisible Children" blogspot.  Kildonan and its IP program claim no ownership over the above image.)