The first sonnet I ever read was during the first week of high school in my ninth grade English class. The sonnet was by Percy Bysshe Shelley. I'm not sure why I loved the poem, but I did, and still do. Because of the spark ignited by that one poem, I am still reading and enjoying poetry of all sorts. Today I share that very first sonnet and one more.
Ozymandias of EgyptThe round up this week is being hosted by Becky over at Becky's Book Reviews. Please stop by and enjoy all the great poetry folks have selected to share. Before you go, be sure to check out this week's poetry stretch results. Happy poetry Friday, all!
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.
Lift not the painted veil Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. I knew one who had lifted it--he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas! nor was there aught The world contains, the which he could approve. Through the unheeding many he did move, A splendour among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.