Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

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
21. Archy's Song From Charles The First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love) 1/1/2004
22. Arethusa 4/1/2010
23. Art Thou Pale For Weariness 1/3/2003
24. Asia: From Prometheus Unbound 1/13/2003
25. Autumn: A Dirge 12/31/2002
26. Beauty's Halo 4/1/2010
27. Bereavement 12/31/2002
28. Bigotry's Victim 4/1/2010
29. Buona Notte 4/1/2010
30. Chorus From Hellas 1/3/2003
31. Death 4/1/2010
32. Death In Life 4/1/2010
33. Death Is Here And Death Is There 4/1/2010
34. Despair 4/1/2010
35. Dirge For The Year 4/1/2010
36. England In 1819 1/3/2003
37. Epigram I: To Stella 4/1/2010
38. Epigram Ii: Kissing Helena 4/1/2010
39. Epigram Iii: Spirit Of Plato 4/1/2010
40. Epigram Iv: Circumstance 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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To The Moon

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, -
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

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