Unit 4: Selection Vocabulary 1

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

...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!’

And on the pedestal these words appear—
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’

Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning.

My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning.

I turn that way—I’m inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.

I turn that way—I’m inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.

A white vet’s image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine.

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster -child of silence and slow time

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme

And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe