Ozymandias |
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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”. | |
Written by: Percy Bysshe Shelley | |
[This poem first captivated me in my pre-teens when I read it in a comic book. It remains a reminder to me when I despair from the evil I see in the world. You can find this and other (more positive / inspirational) poems and writings on my Poems page / tab. — KMAB] | |
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On This Day In: | |
2017 | Shedding Light |
In The Neighborhood | |
2016 | The Responsibility Of Freedom |
2015 | Face It |
Birdfight | |
2014 | Honoring Firefighters |
2013 | And Never Will |
2012 | The Human Adventure Continues |
2011 | Almost Never |
Archive for July 15th, 2018
Even #45 Shall Pass To Sand
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