Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

1. The Spectral Horseman 4/1/2010
2. The Retrospect: Cwm Elan, 1812 4/1/2010
3. The Viewless And Invisible Consequence 4/1/2010
4. The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy 4/1/2010
5. To Mary ---- 4/1/2010
6. To Constantia 4/1/2010
7. The Sepulchre Of Memory 4/1/2010
8. To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven 4/1/2010
9. To The Lord Chancellor 4/1/2010
10. To Harriet 4/1/2010
11. The Tower Of Famine 4/1/2010
12. To Edward Williams 4/1/2010
13. The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa 4/1/2010
14. To Ireland 4/1/2010
15. The Woodman And The Nightingale 4/1/2010
16. The Zucca 4/1/2010
17. To Mary 4/1/2010
18. The Rude Wind Is Singing 4/1/2010
19. To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin 4/1/2010
20. To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden 4/1/2010
21. To Constantia, Singing 4/1/2010
22. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
23. To Emilia Viviani 4/1/2010
24. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
25. To Italy 4/1/2010
26. To Mary Shelley 4/1/2010
27. To Sophia (Miss Stacey) 4/1/2010
28. To Death 4/1/2010
29. Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun 4/1/2010
30. To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling 4/1/2010
31. To Ianthe 4/1/2010
32. The World's Wanderers 4/1/2010
33. To-- Oh! There Are Spirits Of The Air 4/1/2010
34. The Solitary 4/1/2010
35. The Past 4/1/2010
36. To Jane: The Recollection 4/1/2010
37. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
38. To The Republicans Of North America 4/1/2010
39. The Sensitive Plant 4/1/2010
40. To William Shelley 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 ...

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The Triumph Of Life

Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask
Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth
Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
To which the birds tempered their matin lay,
All flowers in field or forest which unclose

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