Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

161. Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere 4/1/2010
162. Life Rounded With Sleep 4/1/2010
163. To The Nile 4/1/2010
164. Saint Edmond's Eve 4/1/2010
165. On An Icicle That Clung To The Grass Of A Grave 4/1/2010
166. On Robert Emmet's Grave 4/1/2010
167. Revenge 4/1/2010
168. To The Moonbeam 4/1/2010
169. Sonnet: England In 1819 4/1/2010
170. Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux 4/1/2010
171. Written At Bracknell 4/1/2010
172. Homer's Hymn To Minerva 4/1/2010
173. Song. -- Fierce Roars The Midnight Storm 4/1/2010
174. Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day 4/1/2010
175. Bigotry's Victim 4/1/2010
176. To The Mind Of Man 4/1/2010
177. Fragment: Amor Aeternus 4/1/2010
178. Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa 4/1/2010
179. Marenghi 4/1/2010
180. Queen Mab: Part Ix. 4/1/2010
181. Fragment: Apostrophe To Silence 4/1/2010
182. Hymn Of Apollo 4/1/2010
183. Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles 4/1/2010
184. Queen Mab: Part Ii. 4/1/2010
185. Fragment: Home 4/1/2010
186. Peter Bell The Third 4/1/2010
187. Zephyrus The Awakener 4/1/2010
188. Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude 4/1/2010
189. Prince Athanase 4/1/2010
190. Poetical Essay 4/1/2010
191. Otho 4/1/2010
192. Fragment Of A Ghost Story 4/1/2010
193. Orpheus 4/1/2010
194. On Keats, Who Desired That On His Tomb Should Be Inscribed-- 4/1/2010
195. Sonnet: Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live 4/1/2010
196. On Fanny Godwin 4/1/2010
197. The Irishman's Song 4/1/2010
198. Homer's Hymn To The Moon 4/1/2010
199. On The Medusa Of Leonardo Da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery 4/1/2010
200. Song For 'Tasso' 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 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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