Percy Bysshe Shelley, who qualified as a Romantic by the exacting test of expiring a month before his 30th birthday, became oceanic by dying in a tempest on the Mediterranean, had Byron as a mourner at his funeral pyre, and was in any case partly exempted from the latter's contempt by the otherwise extremely stormy career that he pursued.
He continues to lead a sort of double-life in our literature, first as the author of such nature-loving verses as To a Skylark and second as a revolutionary whose work in poetry and prose was often considered too incendiary to be published in his own lifetime.
The traveller told the poet that the sculptor who stamped the king’s passion on stone had died, but his art was alive. Similarly, the king whose heart fed those cruel passion had died, but the sign of his cruelty could still be seen.
The poet means to suggest that a man dies but his actions outlive him.
The following words were on the pedestal of the statue: “ My name is Ozymandias. I am the king of kings. Even mightiest of the world can never hope to equal my achievements. If they look at my mighty works, they will simply be filled with despair about their own power .”
The traveller told the port that now nothing remained of that proud king. No trace of his power was left on the sands of time. There was nothing but sand round the decay of that huge statue. It lay all in ruins. Round it the lone, level and barren sands of the desert stretched far away.