...concealed meditation on the Napoleonic project — is short enough to cite a second time: I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said — "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled...

...that modern man has not bettered? They remind us of Ozymandius, the sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley. 12 I met a traveler from an antique land Who said:—...in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor...