Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

241. Ode To Liberty 4/1/2010
242. Passage Of The Apennines 4/1/2010
243. Queen Mab: Part I. 4/1/2010
244. Arethusa 4/1/2010
245. Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below 1/1/2004
246. Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou 1/1/2004
247. To Coleridge 12/31/2002
248. From The Arabic, An Imitation 1/4/2003
249. Lines 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. From "Adonais," 49-52 1/20/2003
254. Mutability - Ii. 4/1/2010
255. To ---- 1/4/2003
256. The Triumph Of Life 1/1/2004
257. Queen Mab: Part Vi (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
258. Epipsychidion (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
259. The Question 1/3/2003
260. Hellas 1/4/2003
261. Mont Blanc: Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni 1/1/2004
262. The Witch Of Atlas 12/31/2002
263. One Sung Of Thee Who Left The Tale Untold 1/1/2004
264. A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811 4/1/2010
265. Hymn Of Pan 12/31/2002
266. An Allegory 4/1/2010
267. The Waning Moon 1/3/2003
268. A New National Anthem 4/1/2010
269. Invocation 1/3/2003
270. A Hate-Song 4/1/2010
271. Remorse 1/4/2003
272. To Wordsworth 1/3/2003
273. Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live 1/13/2003
274. The Invitation 1/4/2003
275. The Mask Of Anarchy 4/1/2010
276. Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte 1/13/2003
277. The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain 1/3/2003
278. Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was 5/7/2011
279. Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna 12/31/2002
280. Despair 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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