Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

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  • alishba shakeel (4/24/2018 7:00:00 AM)

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  • Chacha (2/6/2018 3:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful really

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  • pussyfag (2/6/2018 4:28:00 AM)

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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.

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  • Michael Morgan (8/10/2016 10:30:00 PM)

    Mark Twain was right. Shelley had the bad habit of deserting his consorts and leaving them pregnant or burdened with his children. He also had the bad habit of borrowing money he never intended to pay back. He was probably a bit of a laudanum addict, accounting for his hallucinations. He was thoroughly capable of lying, dissembling and pitching a fit. Reality sometimes seems to have escaped him. He sounds to have had a personality disorder. His father disowned him. Had he survived, he could probably have been charged with manslaughter in the drowning death of his friend Williams. His death probably prevented a divorce from his wife, in that relatively divorceless age.His under-the-table immorality made his friend, the noisier Byron seem like a model of integrity. Alas, he was not at all a better poet than the Byron of Don Juan, but he is a supreme and curiously unsentimental lyricist. Sorry- Promethius Unbound is boring, by stretches.

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  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (12/21/2015 9:28:00 PM)

    A great revolutionary poet and a poet of love and passion.

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  • Sagnik Chakraborty Sagnik Chakraborty (9/18/2014 6:41:00 AM)

    Percy Bysshe Shelley is the reason why I started writing poetry, why I began loving and living verse. Audacious, uncompromising and beautifully lyrical, he is the one of the most profound and versatile poets in the English language, perhaps THE greatest of English literature. For all the intellectual persecution he faced in his lifetime for his radical beliefs and ideals, his works have transcended ages and will, in the future, continue to enchant Mankind and infuse men with their sonorousness, felicity and deep philosophy.
    The Greatest Romantic of Them All!

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  • Zhush Pizon, Jr. (3/11/2014 12:24:00 PM)

    please help me to criticize the ozymandias poem using the historical approach?

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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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