A ruler/pharaoh who had a statue built of himself to show off his power
Ozymandias
His empire and statue have decayed over time, showing that nature will always defeat man's power
Nothing lasts forever
Ozymandias loves
Himself
The idea of power
Ozymandias: '"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings"'
Shattered Visage
The statue is broken into many pieces, beyond repair
The poem Ozymandias shows how nature and time defeat even the most powerful rulers
London: '"Mind-forg'd manacles I hear"'
London: '"Marks in every face I meet, marks of weakness, marks of woe"'
The poem London presents the dark side of the city, in contrast to its image of power and progress
When analysing markets, a range of assumptions are made about the rationality of economic agents involved in the transactions
The Wealth of Nations was written
1776
Rational
(in classical economic theory) economic agents are able to consider the outcome of their choices and recognise the net benefits of each one
Rational agents will select the choice which presents the highest benefits
Producers act rationally by
Selling goods/services in a way that maximises their profits
Workers act rationally by
Balancing welfare at work with consideration of both pay and benefits
Governments act rationally by
Placing the interests of the people they serve first in order to maximise their welfare
Rationality in classical economic theory is a flawed assumption as people usually don't act rationally
Marginal utility
The additional utility (satisfaction) gained from the consumption of an additional product
The poem is about a group of soldiers waiting for a battle to begin, but before the battle nothing happens, yet so much happens as they fight a war against nature that ultimately destroys them
Sibilance
The repetition of 's' sounds
The sibilance mimics
The movement and stabbing of the wind
The 'mad gusts' personification
Suggests nature is angry with the soldiers
The repetition of 'nothing happens' juxtaposes the idea that so much is actually happening as the soldiers are being destroyed by nature
The final quote about the 'bearing party' not recognizing the faces foreshadows the ultimate downfall of the soldiers, who will die from the elements rather than battle
The poem 'Storm on the Island' is also symbolic, representing the problems and divisions in Northern Ireland at the time
The poem begins with confidence 'we are prepared'
But ends with confusion 'it's a huge nothing that we fear'
The poem suggests you can never truly prepare for war, as there are elements beyond your control
The soldiers are helpless against the attack of nature, just as they would be helpless against the attack of their own government</b>
use too that point in the poem is very powerful these people guys pummeling is attacking the house and it foreshadows their downfall
Why does it foreshadow the downfall
Because at this moment in the text it realizes that as human beings they spend so much time looking out following the news doing what they've been told hate that person forget that person never realizing that the same people that have taught you to hate the same people that have taught you to live a certain way when the time is right they will attack you as well
Nobody is safe from this attack
When the war with nature begins what can you do nothing you just sit tight and wait to hope and pray to God that it doesn't destroy you completely
Suddenly he awoke and was running raw in raw themed hockey he sweat heavy stumbling across the field of clothes towards a Green Hedge that dazzling with rifle fire
Hearing bullets smacking the belly out of the air he lugged a rifle numb as a smashed arm
The Patriotic tear that had bring in his eye sweating like molting iron from the center of his chest in bewilderment
Then he almost stopped in what called Clockwork the stars of the Nations was he the hand pointing at that second he was running like a man who has jumped up in the dark and runs listening between his footfalls for the reason of his still running
And his foot hung like statutory in mysteried then the shot slashed forwards threw up a yellow hair that roll like a fling and crawl in a threshing Circle his mouth opened silent his eyes standing out
He plunged path with his bayonet towards the Green Hedge King on a human dignity Etc dropped like luxuries and yelling alarm to get out of that blue crackling ear his terrorist touchy Dynamite
This poem is about a soldier who wakes up and he is in the middle of a battle and he runs and as he's running he's thinking what am I doing here why am I even here and then by the end of the poem he realizes that everything he's been sold is a lie everything he's been fighting for is a lie
Quotes: 1) smacking the belly out of the air 2) jumped up in the dark and runs 3) dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm