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By: [[w:Percy Bysshe Shelley|Percy Bysshe Shelley]] | By: [[w:Percy Bysshe Shelley|Percy Bysshe Shelley]] | ||
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Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, | Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, | ||
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown | Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown | ||
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command | And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command {{ln|5}} | ||
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read | Tell that its sculptor well those passions read | ||
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, | Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, | ||
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. | The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. | ||
And on the pedestal these words appear: | And on the pedestal these words appear: | ||
‘My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: | ‘My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: {{ln|10}} | ||
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’ | Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’ | ||
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay | Nothing beside remains. Round the decay | ||
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The lone and level sands stretch far away.” | The lone and level sands stretch far away.” | ||
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Revision as of 17:12, 14 January 2020
Ozymandias
By: Percy Bysshe ShelleyI 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 5
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: 10
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.”
