The Irish Monthly, Volumen4McGlashan & Gill, 1876 |
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Página 33 - 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.
Página 324 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 552 - The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.
Página 33 - I met a traveller 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 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!
Página 446 - Look up, my lord. KENT. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 33 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . 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 !
Página 343 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Página 34 - If these writings of the Greeks agree with the book of God, they are useless, and need not be preserved ; if they disagree, they are pernicious, and ought to be destroyed.
Página 115 - Diadem, as Monarch, That His Brow adorns ? "Yea, a Crown in very surety, But of Thorns ! " If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here ? " Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last ? " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past ! " If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay ? " Not till earth, and not till Heaven Pass away...
Página 596 - We compound for sins we are inclined to By damning those we have no mind to.