Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

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  • Robert Graden (11/28/2017 5:10:00 AM)

    I have schizophrenia and have difficulty expressing feeling. Whatever emotional problems Shelley might've had, this little poem speaks and sings for me! I wish I had written it. But as it is, here it stands, waiting for the reader to come to it and read it aloud to musical accompaniment. I do not condemn Shelley or his life, and neither should anybody else. Thank you.

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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