Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

1. from Laon and Cythna; or The Revolution of the Golden City 2/5/2016
2. The Retrospect: Cwm Elan, 1812 4/1/2010
3. The Spectral Horseman 4/1/2010
4. The Rude Wind Is Singing 4/1/2010
5. The Sepulchre Of Memory 4/1/2010
6. To Edward Williams 4/1/2010
7. To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven 4/1/2010
8. To The Lord Chancellor 4/1/2010
9. The Viewless And Invisible Consequence 4/1/2010
10. Dark Spirit of the Desart Rude 6/26/2015
11. To Ireland 4/1/2010
12. To Harriet 4/1/2010
13. To Emilia Viviani 4/1/2010
14. To Mary 4/1/2010
15. The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy 4/1/2010
16. To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden 4/1/2010
17. The Zucca 4/1/2010
18. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
19. To Constantia 4/1/2010
20. The Tower Of Famine 4/1/2010
21. To Sophia (Miss Stacey) 4/1/2010
22. To Italy 4/1/2010
23. The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa 4/1/2010
24. The Woodman And The Nightingale 4/1/2010
25. To Mary ---- 4/1/2010
26. To Mary Shelley 4/1/2010
27. To Ianthe 4/1/2010
28. To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin 4/1/2010
29. The World's Wanderers 4/1/2010
30. To Death 4/1/2010
31. To-- Oh! There Are Spirits Of The Air 4/1/2010
32. The Past 4/1/2010
33. The Sunset 4/1/2010
34. To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling 4/1/2010
35. To Constantia, Singing 4/1/2010
36. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
37. To Jane: The Recollection 4/1/2010
38. Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun 4/1/2010
39. The Sensitive Plant 4/1/2010
40. The Solitary 4/1/2010
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 Coleridge

Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
Such lovely ministers to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.

With mountain winds, and babbling springs,
And moonlight seas, that are the voice

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