Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

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  • Zhush Pizon, Jr. (3/11/2014 12:24:00 PM)

    please help me to criticize the ozymandias poem using the historical approach?

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  • Zhush Pizon, Jr. (3/11/2014 12:23:00 PM)

    Please help me criticizing this poem using the historical approach..

  • Zhush Pizon, Jr. (3/11/2014 12:22:00 PM)

    May i ask anyone about the ways on how to criticize this poem using the historical approach and do Mr. Percy Bysshe Shelly come up with this idea?

  • Tabby Sampson (7/31/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    i love your poem...........

  • Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 6:32:00 AM)

    poem lovers... check out my poems...

  • Thaddeus Dugan (10/7/2012 12:17:00 PM)

    percy shelly is the greatest poet of all time. His choice of words and the metaphors portrayed are fantastic. If you really want to read some of his greatest thoughts then read his fragments on this page

  • Tony Walton (8/27/2012 2:10:00 PM)

    Shelley, though largely unacknowledged then and now, is one of the greats. A better poet than Byron and far more prolific and wide-ranging and imaginative than John Keats, for all his loveliness.
    Please read my poem 'Seashells From The Seashore' about him and his struggle for recognition.

  • 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

  • Hamish Morcom (1/5/2012 11:39:00 AM)

    Your wife was a harlot

  • Mohammad Muzzammil (12/8/2011 5:41:00 AM)

    My most favourite poet

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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