Ramesses II in Blind Contour First Friday
A poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley giving his impression of the mighty Ramesses:
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 besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I am fascinated with ancient history, ruins, statues and structures. There is a wealth of richness historically yet to be uncovered. The Great Temple of Abu Simbel.