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Revision as of 16:39, 5 November 2012
HF516 - Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Trådtittelen er hentet fra diktet Ozymandias fra 1818 av Percy Bysshe Shelley:
I met a traveller
from an antique land
Who said:
Two vast and trunkless
legs of stone
Stand in the desart.
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,
stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked 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.
I met a traveller
from an antique land
Who said:
Two vast and trunkless
legs of stone
Stand in the desart.
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,
stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked 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.
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