Monday, March 30, 2009


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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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 (1792-1822)


Anon Y Mouse said...


Claire said...

I can just picture Mr Campbell rubbing the leg of his chair in excitement as he reads that out.

LottieP said...

Indeed. He used to close the curtains in the library when I had my English A Level class with him, which excited all sorts of comment...

Claire said...

I think it's vast AND trunkless. I think there might be a comma after "Near them" as well. See, Mr C ingrained that poem in my memory!

Claire said...

The Second Coming was another of his favourites, and hence mine. Have you put that on your blog already? Reading it sends shivers down my spine.

LottieP said...

Vast and trunkless - well spotted and now corrected.

The Second Coming will follow in due course...

Claire said...

I think an entry on The Scars and that Peter Porter poem is in order, too. I just did a search for "Scars lyrics" and it came up with Papa Roach...what the heck is that about?!

I've had a can of Stella and I'm going to start a Scars page on FB, if there isn't one there already. Which I doubt. Perhaps I'll start an RBs one while I'm there, too. So there.