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Ozymandias
I met a traveler 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 visage lies, whose frown, / And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor well those passions read / Which yet survive, stamped...
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Formato: | Online Artículo Texto |
Lenguaje: | English |
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Houston Methodist DeBakey Heart & Vascular Center
2021
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Acceso en línea: | https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8588728/ https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/34824687 http://dx.doi.org/10.14797/mdcvj.697 |
Sumario: | I met a traveler 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 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 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 / Rosalind and Helen, A Modern Eclogue; With Other Poems / London: Hollinger. p. 72 (1876) This poem is in the public domain. |
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