Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 / Horsham / England)
Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
| 1. | A Bridal Song | 4/1/2010 |
| 2. | A Dialogue | 4/1/2010 |
| 3. | A Dirge | 4/1/2010 |
| 4. | A Fragment: To Music | 4/1/2010 |
| 5. | A Hate-Song | 4/1/2010 |
| 6. | A Lament | 1/3/2003 |
| 7. | A New National Anthem | 4/1/2010 |
| 8. | A Roman's Chamber | 4/1/2010 |
| 9. | A Serpent-Face | 4/1/2010 |
| 10. | A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire | 12/31/2002 |
| 11. | A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811 | 4/1/2010 |
| 12. | Adonais | 1/13/2003 |
| 13. | Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was | 5/7/2011 |
| 14. | Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude | 1/3/2003 |
| 15. | An Allegory | 4/1/2010 |
| 16. | An Exhortation | 1/3/2003 |
| 17. | An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty | 4/1/2010 |
| 18. | And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale | 1/1/2004 |
| 19. | And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned Withal | 4/1/2010 |
| 20. | Another Fragment to Music | 4/1/2010 |
Bereavement
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
