I looked all over for a date and got everything from “early 1800s” to “late 1800s” but nothing exact, so I had to make an educated guess. The first cameras practical enough to take such a photo were developed around 1840 and the excavations began in 1867.

  • Donkter@lemmy.worldEnglish
    101·
    1 month ago

    Damn, this really puts into perspective for me that the sphinx was once in the center of a thriving and powerful civilization that completely died. All of that sand accumulated over thousands of years wiping out every trace of the world that used to be there and we only have evidence for it in the handful of mega structures they managed to build in an ocean of nature identical to any other undeveloped part of earth.

    • NegativeNull@lemmy.worldEnglish
      71·
      1 month ago

      I met a traveler 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 beside remains. Round the decay
      Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
      The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

      • Percy Shelley
      • ChickenLadyLovesLife@lemmy.worldEnglish
        12·
        1 month ago

        Fun fact: Shelley wrote that poem in a friendly competition with Horace Smith. Here is Smith’s version:

        In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone,
        Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
        The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
        “I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone,
        “The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
        The wonders of my hand.”— The City’s gone,—
        Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose
        The site of this forgotten Babylon.

        We wonder — and some Hunter may express
        Wonder like ours, when thro’ the wilderness
        Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
        He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
        What powerful but unrecorded race
        Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

        — Horace Smith, “Ozymandias”