Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

1. Zephyrus The Awakener 4/1/2010
2. Written At Bracknell 4/1/2010
3. With A Guitar, To Jane 4/1/2010
4. Wine Of The Fairies 4/1/2010
5. When The Lamp Is Shattered 12/31/2002
6. When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies 4/1/2010
7. When A Lover Clasps His Fairest 4/1/2010
8. War 4/1/2010
9. Wake The Serpent Not 4/1/2010
10. Verses On A Cat 4/1/2010
11. Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun 4/1/2010
12. Ugolino 4/1/2010
13. To-Morrow 4/1/2010
14. To-- Yet Look On Me 4/1/2010
15. To Wordsworth 1/3/2003
16. To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps On The Sands 4/1/2010
17. To William Shelley. 4/1/2010
18. To William Shelley 4/1/2010
19. To The Republicans Of North America 4/1/2010
20. To The Queen Of My Heart 4/1/2010
21. To The Nile 4/1/2010
22. To The Moonbeam 4/1/2010
23. To The Moon 1/3/2003
24. To The Mind Of Man 4/1/2010
25. To The Men Of England 1/13/2003
26. To The Lord Chancellor 4/1/2010
27. To Sophia (Miss Stacey) 4/1/2010
28. To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned 4/1/2010
29. To-- Oh! There Are Spirits Of The Air 4/1/2010
30. To Night 12/31/2002
31. To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin 4/1/2010
32. To Mary Who Died In This Opinion 4/1/2010
33. To Mary Shelley 4/1/2010
34. To Mary ---- 4/1/2010
35. To Mary 4/1/2010
36. To Jane: The Recollection 4/1/2010
37. To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling 4/1/2010
38. To Italy 4/1/2010
39. To Ireland 4/1/2010
40. To Ianthe 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 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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