Percy Bysshe Shelley: England in 1819
. An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor … Continue reading
June 8, 2017 · 1 Comment
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ozymandias
. 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, … Continue reading
May 30, 2015 · 2 Comments
