Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

121. Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills 1/13/2003
122. I Faint, I Perish With My Love! 4/1/2010
123. On Fanny Godwin 4/1/2010
124. Queen Mab: Part Iii. 4/1/2010
125. Stanza 4/1/2010
126. Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles 4/1/2010
127. Bigotry's Victim 4/1/2010
128. Julian And Maddalo (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
129. Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou 1/1/2004
130. Another Fragment To Music 4/1/2010
131. Dirge For The Year 4/1/2010
132. The Deserts Of Dim Sleep 4/1/2010
133. Sonnet: England In 1819 4/1/2010
134. The World's Wanderers 4/1/2010
135. Prince Athanase 4/1/2010
136. Lines To A Critic 4/1/2010
137. Hymn Of Apollo 4/1/2010
138. Melody To A Scene Of Former Times 4/1/2010
139. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
140. To William Shelley. 4/1/2010
141. Life Rounded With Sleep 4/1/2010
142. Queen Mab: Part Iv. 4/1/2010
143. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
144. To Ireland 4/1/2010
145. To Constantia 4/1/2010
146. The Drowned Lover 4/1/2010
147. Sonnet: Political Greatness 4/1/2010
148. Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet 4/1/2010
149. Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon 4/1/2010
150. Epitaph 4/1/2010
151. Buona Notte 4/1/2010
152. Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama 4/1/2010
153. Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte 1/13/2003
154. From The Arabic, An Imitation 1/4/2003
155. The Death Knell Is Ringing 4/1/2010
156. The Fugitives 4/1/2010
157. Sonnet -- Ye Hasten To The Grave! 4/1/2010
158. To Harriet 4/1/2010
159. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
160. The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy 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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