Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

281. To Emilia Viviani 4/1/2010
282. To Harriet 4/1/2010
283. To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven 4/1/2010
284. To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden 4/1/2010
285. To Ianthe 4/1/2010
286. To Ireland 4/1/2010
287. To Italy 4/1/2010
288. To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling 4/1/2010
289. To Jane: The Recollection 4/1/2010
290. To Mary 4/1/2010
291. To Mary ---- 4/1/2010
292. To Mary Shelley 4/1/2010
293. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
294. To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin 4/1/2010
295. To Night 12/31/2002
296. To-- Oh! There Are Spirits Of The Air 4/1/2010
297. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
298. To Sophia (Miss Stacey) 4/1/2010
299. To The Lord Chancellor 4/1/2010
300. To The Men Of England 1/13/2003
301. To The Mind Of Man 4/1/2010
302. To The Moon 1/3/2003
303. To The Moonbeam 4/1/2010
304. To The Nile 4/1/2010
305. To The Queen Of My Heart 4/1/2010
306. To The Republicans Of North America 4/1/2010
307. To William Shelley 4/1/2010
308. To William Shelley. 4/1/2010
309. To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps On The Sands 4/1/2010
310. To Wordsworth 1/3/2003
311. To-- Yet Look On Me 4/1/2010
312. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
313. Ugolino 4/1/2010
314. Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun 4/1/2010
315. Verses On A Cat 4/1/2010
316. Wake The Serpent Not 4/1/2010
317. War 4/1/2010
318. When A Lover Clasps His Fairest 4/1/2010
319. When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies 4/1/2010
320. When The Lamp Is Shattered 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Percy Bysshe Shelley


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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