Of George III An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king.
Of George III An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king.
Kings are like stars,they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, the signet of its all-enslaving power, upon a shining ore, and called it gold before whose image bow the vulgar great, the vainly rich, the miserable proud, the mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, and with blind feelings reverence the power that grinds them to the dust of misery.
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!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories