Ozymandias

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

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4 thoughts on “Ozymandias

  1. That’s true. So much is hidden in the words “Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!” I love how the verse flows poetically. One disappointment: it’s too short, it looks like an opening to a greater poem. The name Ozymandias would be forgotten, too, if it weren’t immortalized in the poem.

    I like your laconic, seemingly simple style of poetry. When the words are chosen right, the few of them make a great impact.

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