Ozymandias is “the King of Kings” who now remains only a broken headless statue with a shattered visage toppled on the ground. Shelley’s poem describes in a kernel the fate of all those fallen idols and broken icons.
`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.
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What do you think happens to all those statues that are carted away?
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Entry for letter O.
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a hot cup of pleasure 
Dear Blogger,Where is this broken statue? It reminded me of Easter Island but of course, it is not there.Nitu
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Great minds think alike, as my german great granny used to say, small minds seldom differ. I'll put us on the great minds list….Your post is much briefer than mine and brevity is definitely a skill I need to work on. Nice blog, glad I hopped by…
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Hello! That's a great poem, powerful and haunting.I like your blog's title! I don't think there are too many things better than a good book and, in my case, a mug of hot cocoa. 🙂 Hope you have a lovely week and happy A to Z!!
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Thanks Maureen for your kind comments.I had a look at your post and it was wonderfully done.Hope you continue to visit.
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Thanks LauraYes, it is lovely to have something piping hot while reading a book.Happy A-Z to you too.
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Shelley was inspired by tales of the Egyptian pharaohs. In the vast expanses of the desert sands of Egypt, he visualised a broken massive statue.I copied the image from the blog mentioned in the post.
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