Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

81. Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly 4/1/2010
82. Song. To -- [harriet] 4/1/2010
83. Song. Cold, Cold Is The Blast When December Is Howling 4/1/2010
84. Marianne's Dream 4/1/2010
85. Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration 4/1/2010
86. Marenghi 4/1/2010
87. From Vergil's Fourth Georgic 4/1/2010
88. Sonnet: England In 1819 4/1/2010
89. Liberty 4/1/2010
90. Fragment: The Lake's Margin 4/1/2010
91. To William Shelley. 4/1/2010
92. Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion 4/1/2010
93. Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith 4/1/2010
94. The Cyclops 5/8/2011
95. Sonnet -- Ye Hasten To The Grave! 4/1/2010
96. The Deserts Of Dim Sleep 4/1/2010
97. When A Lover Clasps His Fairest 4/1/2010
98. Homer's Hymn To Venus 4/1/2010
99. Fragment: To Byron 4/1/2010
100. From The Original Draft Of The Poem To William Shelley 4/1/2010
101. The Drowned Lover 4/1/2010
102. May The Limner 4/1/2010
103. On The Dark Height Of Jura 4/1/2010
104. From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue 4/1/2010
105. Fragment: Yes! All Is Past 4/1/2010
106. The Death Knell Is Ringing 4/1/2010
107. I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret 4/1/2010
108. Fragment: Igniculus Desiderii 4/1/2010
109. Buona Notte 4/1/2010
110. Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama 4/1/2010
111. The Devil's Walk. A Ballad 4/1/2010
112. Song. Translated From The Italian 4/1/2010
113. Song. Sorrow 4/1/2010
114. Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet 4/1/2010
115. Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux 4/1/2010
116. Ginevra 4/1/2010
117. Written At Bracknell 4/1/2010
118. Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon 4/1/2010
119. Fromthe Arabic: An Imitation 4/1/2010
120. To-- Yet Look On Me 4/1/2010

Comments about Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco (4/29/2012 12:58:00 PM)

    Percy Bysshe Shelley was an amazing poet and the more I read his poetry the more I realized
    his words and thoughts were from the other side, the musical heavens! Percy Bysshe Shelley
    inspired me to write poetry and not be afraid to write what I feel. Thank-you Percy Bysshe Shelley
    for sharing your talents to the world! Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

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  • Hamish Morcom (1/5/2012 11:39:00 AM)

    Your wife was a harlot

  • Mohammad Muzzammil Mohammad Muzzammil (12/8/2011 5:41:00 AM)

    My most favourite poet

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (1/6/2009 6:24:00 AM)

    Shelley's ode to the west wind is a lyric in which the poet expresses intense emotion, this poem is also a musical thought.In the poem Shelley wishes to be the lyre of the west wind, we hear the majestic harmoney of the music of the wind as it blows through the cycle of seasons causing destruction and regeneration over and over again, I love the poem, it is one of the beautiful poem I ever read in my life.It touches my soul.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (1/6/2009 6:24:00 AM)

    Shelley's ode to the west wind is a lyric in which the poet expresses intense emotion, this poem is also a musical thought.In the poem Shelley wishes to be the lyre of the west wind, we hear the majestic harmoney of the music of the wind as it blows through the cycle of seasons causing destruction and regeneration over and over again, I love the poem, it is one of the beautiful poem I ever read in my life.It touches my soul.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (10/31/2008 8:14:00 AM)

    your poems are endowed with great romantic beauty

  • Nagamuthu Osho (9/4/2005 12:01:00 AM)

    Hail! Poet! Of Eternal Diadem!

    The words of Thee,
    Springs joy and glee;
    Will carry, and starry charm,
    Will fill my heart's chamber with ambrosial songs to warm.

    Dedicating to the Divine Soul.... P.B.Shelley.......
    N.Karthikeyan Osho

    The rare and real soul will fill and dwells, niche in the Heart, to usher and awake the Glimpse of Glory.
    Grace Adieu...
    Lord Bless you.
    Yours sincerely,
    N.Karthikeyan Osho

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 ...

Read the full of Ozymandias

To The Moon

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, -
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

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