Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 / Horsham / England)
Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
| 41. | Epipsychidion (excerpt) | 1/1/2004 |
| 42. | Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith | 4/1/2010 |
| 43. | Epitaph | 4/1/2010 |
| 44. | Epithalamium | 4/1/2010 |
| 45. | Epithalamium : Another Version | 4/1/2010 |
| 46. | Evening. To Harriet | 4/1/2010 |
| 47. | Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa | 4/1/2010 |
| 48. | Eyes : A Fragment | 4/1/2010 |
| 49. | Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South | 4/1/2010 |
| 50. | Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte | 1/13/2003 |
| 51. | Fiordispina | 4/1/2010 |
| 52. | Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles | 4/1/2010 |
| 53. | Fragment From The Wandering Jew | 4/1/2010 |
| 54. | Fragment Of A Ghost Story | 4/1/2010 |
| 55. | Fragment Of A Satire On Satire | 4/1/2010 |
| 56. | Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet | 4/1/2010 |
| 57. | Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon | 4/1/2010 |
| 58. | Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion | 4/1/2010 |
| 59. | Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience | 4/1/2010 |
| 60. | fragment: "To the Moon" | 1/20/2003 |
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,
