Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

41. To William Shelley 4/1/2010
42. To A Star 4/1/2010
43. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
44. The Sensitive Plant 4/1/2010
45. To The Republicans Of North America 4/1/2010
46. To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps On The Sands 4/1/2010
47. Stanza From A Translation Of The Marseillaise Hymn 4/1/2010
48. Fragment: To The People Of England 4/1/2010
49. Lines -- Far, Far Away, O Ye 4/1/2010
50. I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret 4/1/2010
51. Stanza, Written At Bracknell 4/1/2010
52. Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho 4/1/2010
53. Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd 4/1/2010
54. To William Shelley. 4/1/2010
55. Lines To A Reviewer 4/1/2010
56. Sonnet : From The Italian Of Cavalcanti 4/1/2010
57. Homer's Hymn To Venus 4/1/2010
58. Epigram Iii: Spirit Of Plato 4/1/2010
59. Fragments Written For Hellas 4/1/2010
60. Song. Translated From The German 4/1/2010
61. Matilda Gathering Flowers 4/1/2010
62. The Birth Place Of Pleasure 4/1/2010
63. The False Laurel And The True 4/1/2010
64. Sonnet : From The Italian Of Dante 4/1/2010
65. Fragment: Igniculus Desiderii 4/1/2010
66. The Aziola 4/1/2010
67. Song From The Wandering Jew 4/1/2010
68. Sonnet To Byron 4/1/2010
69. Song. Come Harriet! Sweet Is The Hour 4/1/2010
70. Lines To A Critic 4/1/2010
71. Melody To A Scene Of Former Times 4/1/2010
72. Epithalamium : Another Version 4/1/2010
73. Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience 4/1/2010
74. Sonnet : To A Balloon Laden With Knowledge 4/1/2010
75. St. Irvyne's Tower 4/1/2010
76. Fragment From The Wandering Jew 4/1/2010
77. Fragment: Milton's Spirit 4/1/2010
78. Stanza 4/1/2010
79. Stanzas. -- April, 1814 4/1/2010
80. Fragment: My Head Is Wild With Weeping 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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