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Ozymandias
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!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Yeah. Get the hell off my grass, you kids!
I’m not sure what this was in aid of, but it apparently worked, and so far it appears that I’m not the only one who is more concerned about his grass than most anything else.
(Or not, but it’s sure fun to be that way when someone annoys you.)
Good one, Sir!
Did you pass?
Life is not pass / fail. There’s a spectrum. Test results exceeded “gentleman’s C” and have not yet risen to “hero of Ragnarok”. Only time will tell.