|Apr. 5th, 2007 11:53 am In honor of April National Poetry Month please read Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias"|
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by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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 upon 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.
|Date:||April 6th, 2007 04:58 am (UTC)|| |
Re: Blast from the past!
I consider myself very luck in a one horse town to have been given a good education - at least in literature. Come to think of it, it might have been freshman year of high school we tackled Ozymandias. Got me writing in an ornate, lyric style.