Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

281. Time Long Past 1/3/2003
282. The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain 1/3/2003
283. Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was 5/7/2011
284. Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte 1/13/2003
285. Despair 4/1/2010
286. Night 1/4/2003
287. Time 1/3/2003
288. The Moon 1/4/2003
289. On Death 1/3/2003
290. Prometheus Unbound: Act I (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
291. One Word Is Too Often Profaned 1/13/2003
292. Eyes : A Fragment 4/1/2010
293. Asia: From Prometheus Unbound 1/13/2003
294. Hymn To Intellectual Beauty 1/3/2003
295. Fragment: "To The Moon" 1/20/2003
296. Archy's Song From Charles The First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love) 1/1/2004
297. And Like A Dying Lady, Lean And Pale 1/1/2004
298. To Night 12/31/2002
299. A Fragment: To Music 4/1/2010
300. A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire 12/31/2002
301. A Dirge 4/1/2010
302. To The Moon 1/3/2003
303. Autumn: A Dirge 12/31/2002
304. Art Thou Pale For Weariness 1/3/2003
305. An Exhortation 1/3/2003
306. England In 1819 1/3/2003
307. Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude 1/3/2003
308. When The Lamp Is Shattered 12/31/2002
309. Bereavement 12/31/2002
310. A Dialogue 4/1/2010
311. A Bridal Song 4/1/2010
312. The Indian Serenade 12/31/2002
313. The Cloud 12/31/2002
314. To A Skylark 12/31/2002
315. I Arise From Dreams Of Thee 1/3/2003
316. Adonais 1/13/2003
317. Music, When Soft Voices Die 1/3/2003
318. To The Men Of England 1/13/2003
319. Mutability 12/31/2002
320. Ode To The West Wind 1/3/2003
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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