Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

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