Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

161. I Would Not Be A King 4/1/2010
162. Wine Of The Fairies 4/1/2010
163. Song For 'Tasso' 4/1/2010
164. Orpheus 4/1/2010
165. Marenghi 4/1/2010
166. Mighty Eagle 4/1/2010
167. Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere 4/1/2010
168. Fragment: Home 4/1/2010
169. On The Medusa Of Leonardo Da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery 4/1/2010
170. Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819 4/1/2010
171. Zephyrus The Awakener 4/1/2010
172. With A Guitar, To Jane 4/1/2010
173. May The Limner 4/1/2010
174. Marianne's Dream 4/1/2010
175. Poetical Essay 4/1/2010
176. Otho 4/1/2010
177. The Devil's Walk. A Ballad 4/1/2010
178. Homer's Hymn To Minerva 4/1/2010
179. Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day 4/1/2010
180. Rome And Nature 4/1/2010
181. The Drowned Lover 4/1/2010
182. Dirge For The Year 4/1/2010
183. Fragment: Amor Aeternus 4/1/2010
184. Sonnet: Political Greatness 4/1/2010
185. I Faint, I Perish With My Love! 4/1/2010
186. To The Nile 4/1/2010
187. Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa 4/1/2010
188. Fragment: Apostrophe To Silence 4/1/2010
189. Queen Mab: Part Ix. 4/1/2010
190. Hymn Of Apollo 4/1/2010
191. Queen Mab: Part Ii. 4/1/2010
192. Invocation To Misery 4/1/2010
193. Fragment: A Wanderer 4/1/2010
194. Wake The Serpent Not 4/1/2010
195. Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!! 4/1/2010
196. Fragment Of A Ghost Story 4/1/2010
197. To-- Yet Look On Me 4/1/2010
198. On Keats, Who Desired That On His Tomb Should Be Inscribed-- 4/1/2010
199. The Irishman's Song 4/1/2010
200. Homer's Hymn To The Moon 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

Bereavement

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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