P. B. Shelley's guest appearances

P. B. Shelley

Ten Questions ESL Podcast

Dear H, Love H

Walt Whitman

Emily Dickinson

Huckleberry Finn

Ann Patchett

Mary Shelley

Ryan Lindsey

Jane Austin

Chloe Brown

OwlTail

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Love Letters: Mary Shelley and P. B. Shelley 

This is a podcast episode from about two years ago. I'm still in the US at my mother's house, recovering from surgery. I'll be OK eventually, buy my wounds are healing slower than usual. I'm resting a lot, and enjoying being with my mother and her three cats. I really miss my students n China, but I can't return there until I am completely healed, and that will take some more time. LnR 073 Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Replay)  http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/public/poetrycompetition/article3228951.ece For a change, I'm giving you a very short podcast episode. It's just one poem by a famous British poet. Sometimes I wonder if you think my podcasts are too long. Maybe I talk too much. :-) This one has the text of the poem and very little talking. Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley   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.”

This is a podcast episode from about two years ago. I'm still in the US at my mother's house, recovering from surgery. I'll be OK eventually, buy my wounds are healing slower than usual. I'm resting a lot, and enjoying being with my mother and her three cats. I really miss my students n China, but I can't return there until I am completely healed, and that will take some more time. LnR 073 Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Replay) <a href="http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/public/poetrycompetition/article3228951.ece" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/public/poetrycompetition/article3228951.ece</a> For a change, I'm giving you a very short podcast episode. It's just one poem by a famous British poet. Sometimes I wonder if you think my podcasts are too long. Maybe I talk too much. :-) This one has the text of the poem and very little talking. Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley 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.”