Ozymandias
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 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.”
-—Percy Bysshe Shelley
A really powerful “god” stuck in the mud for 3000 years LOL!
All Hail, Jesus Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords
The individual craftsmen were not artists but produced the pieces according to specification and finished them only to the degree common workmen could be expected to perform. Individualism, which might be basic to art, was not allowed.