{"id":4439,"date":"2011-03-29T06:30:19","date_gmt":"2011-03-28T17:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=4439"},"modified":"2011-03-28T21:40:41","modified_gmt":"2011-03-28T08:40:41","slug":"tuesday-poem-ozymandias-by-percy-bysshe-shelley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/03\/29\/tuesday-poem-ozymandias-by-percy-bysshe-shelley\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Ozymandias&#8221; by Percy Bysshe Shelley"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Ozymandias<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I met a traveller from an antique land<br \/>\nWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br \/>\nStand in the desert &#8230;\u00a0 Near them, on the sand,<br \/>\nHalf sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<br \/>\nAnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<br \/>\nTell that its sculptor well those passions read<br \/>\nWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<br \/>\nThe hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;<br \/>\nAnd on the pedestal these words appear:<br \/>\n\u201cMy name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<br \/>\nLook on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!\u201d<br \/>\nNothing beside remains. Round the decay<br \/>\nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<br \/>\nThe lone and level sands stretch far away.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1892-1922<\/p>\n<p>This version from <em>The Penguin Book of English Verse<\/em>, ed. John Hayward, Penguin Books, 1956<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><strong>About the Poem:<\/strong> The sonnet <em>Ozymandius<\/em> has always been one of my favourite poems since I first read it as a teen and enjoyed the understated irony, concerning human hubris, of the final three lines.\u00a0 Shelley is regarded as a major English Romantic poet and <em>Oyzmandias<\/em> is amongst his most well-known works.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8212;<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Blog<\/strong>\u2014and link to other Tuesday Poets posting around NZ and the world\u2014either click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a> or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert &#8230;\u00a0 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, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4439","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other-writers","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4439","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4439"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4439\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4442,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4439\/revisions\/4442"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4439"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4439"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4439"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}