Sleep

Sleep

Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh or that weep; For these give joy and sorrow; but thou, Proserpina, sleep. —Algernon Charles Swinburne, Hymn to Prosperine   If asked to choose: eternal life or sleep,    he’s not sure how...
Ozymandius by Horace Smith

Ozymandius by Horace Smith

In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone,        Stands a gigantic leg, which far off throws        The only shadow that the desert knows:—      “I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone,        “The King of Kings; this mighty City shows     ...
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunk-less 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...