Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

241. Passage Of The Apennines 4/1/2010
242. Arethusa 4/1/2010
243. Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills 1/13/2003
244. Ode To Liberty 4/1/2010
245. A Serpent-Face 4/1/2010
246. Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below 1/1/2004
247. Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou 1/1/2004
248. To Coleridge 12/31/2002
249. From The Arabic, An Imitation 1/4/2003
250. Song 12/31/2002
251. Rosalind And Helen: A Modern Eclogue 1/3/2003
252. The Two Spirits: An Allegory 1/1/2004
253. On A Faded Violet 4/1/2010
254. From "Adonais," 49-52 1/20/2003
255. Lines 1/4/2003
256. To ---- 1/4/2003
257. The Triumph Of Life 1/1/2004
258. Queen Mab: Part Vi (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
259. A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811 4/1/2010
260. Epipsychidion (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
261. The Question 1/3/2003
262. Mont Blanc: Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni 1/1/2004
263. An Allegory 4/1/2010
264. One Sung Of Thee Who Left The Tale Untold 1/1/2004
265. Hellas 1/4/2003
266. A Roman's Chamber 4/1/2010
267. Hymn Of Pan 12/31/2002
268. The Waning Moon 1/3/2003
269. Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live 1/13/2003
270. Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna 12/31/2002
271. The Witch Of Atlas 12/31/2002
272. Invocation 1/3/2003
273. A Hate-Song 4/1/2010
274. Remorse 1/4/2003
275. Death Is Here And Death Is There 4/1/2010
276. Chorus From Hellas 1/3/2003
277. To Wordsworth 1/3/2003
278. The Mask Of Anarchy 4/1/2010
279. A New National Anthem 4/1/2010
280. The Invitation 1/4/2003
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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Adonais

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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