Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

1. The Retrospect: Cwm Elan, 1812 4/1/2010
2. The Spectral Horseman 4/1/2010
3. The Sepulchre Of Memory 4/1/2010
4. To Edward Williams 4/1/2010
5. The Rude Wind Is Singing 4/1/2010
6. To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven 4/1/2010
7. To The Lord Chancellor 4/1/2010
8. To Ireland 4/1/2010
9. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
10. To Harriet 4/1/2010
11. The Tower Of Famine 4/1/2010
12. To Emilia Viviani 4/1/2010
13. To Mary 4/1/2010
14. Dark Spirit of the Desart Rude 6/26/2015
15. To Italy 4/1/2010
16. To Constantia 4/1/2010
17. To Sophia (Miss Stacey) 4/1/2010
18. To Mary ---- 4/1/2010
19. To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden 4/1/2010
20. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
21. The Zucca 4/1/2010
22. The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy 4/1/2010
23. To Ianthe 4/1/2010
24. The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa 4/1/2010
25. To Mary Shelley 4/1/2010
26. To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin 4/1/2010
27. To Constantia, Singing 4/1/2010
28. To Death 4/1/2010
29. The Viewless And Invisible Consequence 4/1/2010
30. To-- Oh! There Are Spirits Of The Air 4/1/2010
31. To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling 4/1/2010
32. To Jane: The Recollection 4/1/2010
33. The Woodman And The Nightingale 4/1/2010
34. The Sunset 4/1/2010
35. The Solitary 4/1/2010
36. The Past 4/1/2010
37. The World's Wanderers 4/1/2010
38. Ugolino 4/1/2010
39. To William Shelley 4/1/2010
40. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
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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To Coleridge

Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
Such lovely ministers to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.

With mountain winds, and babbling springs,
And moonlight seas, that are the voice

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