Poetry
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Ozymandias
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who saidTwo 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.
KPN
(16,152 posts)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;
Peacetrain
(23,634 posts)Unbelievable we came up with such similar ops.. I had not read yours when I posted mine.. I was using a saying my Mom used to use about people who were less than stellar shall we say.. amazing.. must be something in the air giving us all the same thoughts..
Ponietz
(3,322 posts)Mme. Defarge
(8,563 posts)Ponietz
(3,322 posts)Mme. Defarge
(8,563 posts)Saw that earlier, which actually may have made me think of the poem. Great minds!