Sunday, June 30, 2013

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley


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". 

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This is a powerful poem-it describes a story told by a traveller who
finds the remains of a vast statue of a very powerful but arrogant
king named Ozymandias who claimed that people should 'look at him
and despair'. The irony is the written pedestal claims such greatness,
nonetheless, all of that greatness have been destroyed and levelled by the
sand.

In conclusion, no one is most mighty. Even great people will die.
Do not put greatness into yourself or perceive you are higher than
others. In the end, we're dust and sand.

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