Sunday, May 29, 2011

Greatness, Pride, Ego all worthless

The Narrator talks about a traveller who sees a sunken statue The poem deals with human hubris, and how greatness will not endure. The narrator sees this ruined area with a statue of this mighty lord Ozymandius who is no more. All that is left at the end is lone and level sand. The great works of man though potent in their time will not last. It is this irony that the poem points to.


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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