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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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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