Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

201. The Irishman's Song 4/1/2010
202. Homer's Hymn To The Moon 4/1/2010
203. When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies 4/1/2010
204. Peter Bell The Third 4/1/2010
205. O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine! 4/1/2010
206. On Leaving London For Wales 4/1/2010
207. Queen Mab: Part Iii. 4/1/2010
208. The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts 4/1/2010
209. Queen Mab: Part Iv. 4/1/2010
210. Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South 4/1/2010
211. And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned Withal 4/1/2010
212. O Thou Immortal Deity 4/1/2010
213. Invocation To Misery 4/1/2010
214. Sonnet: Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live 4/1/2010
215. Song. Despair 4/1/2010
216. Summer And Winter 4/1/2010
217. Lines: We Meet Not As We Parted 4/1/2010
218. Music And Sweet Poetry 4/1/2010
219. War 4/1/2010
220. Love 4/1/2010
221. Fragment: Satan Broken Loose 4/1/2010
222. Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All 4/1/2010
223. Ode To Heaven 4/1/2010
224. Beauty's Halo 4/1/2010
225. Song. Hope 4/1/2010
226. Here I Sit With My Paper… 4/1/2010
227. Lines Written In The Bay Of Lerici 1/1/2004
228. Queen Mab: Part I. 4/1/2010
229. Death In Life 4/1/2010
230. An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty 4/1/2010
231. To The Queen Of My Heart 4/1/2010
232. Remembrance 4/1/2010
233. Another Fragment To Music 4/1/2010
234. Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear 4/1/2010
235. Love's Rose 4/1/2010
236. Pater Omnipotens 4/1/2010
237. Death 4/1/2010
238. In Horologium 4/1/2010
239. Julian And Maddalo (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
240. On A Faded Violet 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Percy Bysshe Shelley


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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I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity!"

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