{"id":667,"date":"2026-10-13T15:27:08","date_gmt":"2026-10-13T19:27:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=667"},"modified":"2026-10-13T16:58:57","modified_gmt":"2026-10-13T20:58:57","slug":"ozymandias-percy-bysshe-shelley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=667","title":{"rendered":"Ozymandias &#8211; Percy Bysshe Shelley"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-667-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/ozymandias_shelley_gielgud.m4a?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/ozymandias_shelley_gielgud.m4a\">https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/ozymandias_shelley_gielgud.m4a<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><em style=\"line-height: 1.714285714; font-size: 1rem;\">read by Sir John Gielgud (1939)<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p>I met a traveller from an antique land<br \/>\nWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br \/>\nStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,<br \/>\nHalf sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<br \/>\nAnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<br \/>\nTell that its sculptor well those passions read<br \/>\nWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<br \/>\nThe hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:<br \/>\nAnd on the pedestal these words appear:<br \/>\n&#8220;My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<br \/>\nLook on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!&#8221;<br \/>\nNothing beside remains. Round the decay<br \/>\nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<br \/>\nThe lone and level sands stretch far away.<\/p>\n<p>(1818)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>read by Sir John Gielgud (1939) 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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,109],"tags":[111],"class_list":["post-667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio","category-colossal-wreck","tag-percy-bysshe-shelley"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=667"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":672,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667\/revisions\/672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}