Conflict And Power Poetry ⚔️🌊 Flashcards
Two vast and
trunkless legs of stone
Wrinkled lip, and
sneer of cold command
‘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.
I wander
Through each chartered street
Near where
The charted Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infants cry’s of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-
forged manacles I hear
Every blackening
church appalls
Runs in
blood down palace walls
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infants tear
And blights with
plagues the marriage hearse.
One summer evening
(led by her)
Straight, I
unloosed her chain
troubled
pleasure
Semantic field of light
glittering, moon, melted, sparkling light
The horizon’s
utmost boundary
Went heaving through the
water like a swan
The horizon’s bound,
a huge peak, black and huge
As if with voluntary
power instinct, upreared its head.
trembling
oars