Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

81. Stanza 4/1/2010
82. Stanzas. -- April, 1814 4/1/2010
83. Fragment: My Head Is Wild With Weeping 4/1/2010
84. Fragment: Great Spirit 4/1/2010
85. The Fugitives 4/1/2010
86. Epigram Ii: Kissing Helena 4/1/2010
87. Fiordispina 4/1/2010
88. Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly 4/1/2010
89. The Boat On The Serchio 4/1/2010
90. Song. To -- [harriet] 4/1/2010
91. Song. Cold, Cold Is The Blast When December Is Howling 4/1/2010
92. Epigram Iv: Circumstance 4/1/2010
93. I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret 4/1/2010
94. Marianne's Dream 4/1/2010
95. Fragment: There Is A Warm And Gentle Atmosphere 4/1/2010
96. Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison 4/1/2010
97. Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration 4/1/2010
98. Marenghi 4/1/2010
99. From Vergil's Fourth Georgic 4/1/2010
100. Sonnet: England In 1819 4/1/2010
101. Liberty 4/1/2010
102. Fragment: The Lake's Margin 4/1/2010
103. Fragment: Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds 4/1/2010
104. Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young 4/1/2010
105. Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion 4/1/2010
106. Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith 4/1/2010
107. The Isle 4/1/2010
108. The Cyclops 5/8/2011
109. Fragment: Such Hope, As Is The Sick Despair Of Good 4/1/2010
110. Epithalamium 4/1/2010
111. Sonnet -- Ye Hasten To The Grave! 4/1/2010
112. The Deserts Of Dim Sleep 4/1/2010
113. Epigram I: To Stella 4/1/2010
114. When A Lover Clasps His Fairest 4/1/2010
115. From The Original Draft Of The Poem To William Shelley 4/1/2010
116. Fragment: To Byron 4/1/2010
117. May The Limner 4/1/2010
118. Dirge For The Year 4/1/2010
119. Sonnet : On Launching Some Bottles Filled With Knowledge Into The Bristol Channel 4/1/2010
120. From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue 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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