Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

41. Epigram Iv: Circumstance 4/1/2010
42. Epipsychidion (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
43. Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith 4/1/2010
44. Epitaph 4/1/2010
45. Epithalamium 4/1/2010
46. Epithalamium : Another Version 4/1/2010
47. Evening. To Harriet 4/1/2010
48. Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa 4/1/2010
49. Eyes : A Fragment 4/1/2010
50. Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South 4/1/2010
51. Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte 1/13/2003
52. Fiordispina 4/1/2010
53. Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles 4/1/2010
54. Fragment From The Wandering Jew 4/1/2010
55. Fragment Of A Ghost Story 4/1/2010
56. Fragment Of A Satire On Satire 4/1/2010
57. Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet 4/1/2010
58. Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon 4/1/2010
59. Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion 4/1/2010
60. Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience 4/1/2010
61. Fragment: "To The Moon" 1/20/2003
62. Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young 4/1/2010
63. Fragment: A Wanderer 4/1/2010
64. Fragment: Amor Aeternus 4/1/2010
65. Fragment: Apostrophe To Silence 4/1/2010
66. Fragment: Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds 4/1/2010
67. Fragment: Great Spirit 4/1/2010
68. Fragment: Home 4/1/2010
69. Fragment: Igniculus Desiderii 4/1/2010
70. Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere 4/1/2010
71. Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day 4/1/2010
72. Fragment: Milton's Spirit 4/1/2010
73. Fragment: My Head Is Wild With Weeping 4/1/2010
74. Fragment: Omens 4/1/2010
75. Fragment: Satan Broken Loose 4/1/2010
76. Fragment: Such Hope, As Is The Sick Despair Of Good 4/1/2010
77. Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day 4/1/2010
78. Fragment: The Lake's Margin 4/1/2010
79. Fragment: The Vine-Shroud 4/1/2010
80. Fragment: There Is A Warm And Gentle Atmosphere 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Percy Bysshe Shelley


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 ...

Read the full of Ozymandias


How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,

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