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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
by Darwin at 3:38 am EDT, Apr 23, 2003 |
"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. " This poem makes me think of Saddam Hussein.. |
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RE: Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
by Dolemite at 8:29 am EDT, Apr 23, 2003 |
Darwin wrote:
] "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. "
]
] This poem makes me think of Saddam Hussein.. "Who watches the Watchmen?" |
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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
by lclough at 7:17 am EDT, Jul 25, 2003 |
"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. " This poem makes me think of Saddam Hussein.. |
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RE: Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
by Mike the Usurper at 12:44 am EDT, Jul 26, 2003 |
lclough wrote:
] "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. "
]
] This poem makes me think of Saddam Hussein.. I wish it didn't but it makes me think of W. :( |
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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
by Decius at 1:26 am EDT, Jul 25, 2002 |
"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. " Swater mentioned this poem to me in a discussion about some recent drama related to a network we used to run. I'm sure it resonates with many of you who spent years building empires that have now turned to sand. |
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