This is Saint Oswalds Priory, during anglo saxon times it was the richest priory in britain, so much so that it was called the golden oswald's. Now all that remains is this one wall standing folorn whilst people walk past with no idea as to its former fame.
I met a traveller 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 Bysshe Shelley
