Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

41. Epipsychidion (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
42. Epipsychidion: Passages Of The Poem, Or Connected Therewith 4/1/2010
43. Epitaph 4/1/2010
44. Epithalamium 4/1/2010
45. Epithalamium : Another Version 4/1/2010
46. Evening. To Harriet 4/1/2010
47. Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa 4/1/2010
48. Eyes : A Fragment 4/1/2010
49. Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South 4/1/2010
50. Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte 1/13/2003
51. Fiordispina 4/1/2010
52. Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles 4/1/2010
53. Fragment From The Wandering Jew 4/1/2010
54. Fragment Of A Ghost Story 4/1/2010
55. Fragment Of A Satire On Satire 4/1/2010
56. Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet 4/1/2010
57. Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon 4/1/2010
58. Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion 4/1/2010
59. Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience 4/1/2010
60. Fragment: "To The Moon" 1/20/2003
61. Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young 4/1/2010
62. Fragment: A Wanderer 4/1/2010
63. Fragment: Amor Aeternus 4/1/2010
64. Fragment: Apostrophe To Silence 4/1/2010
65. Fragment: Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds 4/1/2010
66. Fragment: Great Spirit 4/1/2010
67. Fragment: Home 4/1/2010
68. Fragment: Igniculus Desiderii 4/1/2010
69. Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere 4/1/2010
70. Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day 4/1/2010
71. Fragment: Milton's Spirit 4/1/2010
72. Fragment: My Head Is Wild With Weeping 4/1/2010
73. Fragment: Omens 4/1/2010
74. Fragment: Satan Broken Loose 4/1/2010
75. Fragment: Such Hope, As Is The Sick Despair Of Good 4/1/2010
76. Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day 4/1/2010
77. Fragment: The Lake's Margin 4/1/2010
78. Fragment: The Vine-Shroud 4/1/2010
79. Fragment: There Is A Warm And Gentle Atmosphere 4/1/2010
80. Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude 4/1/2010
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 ...

Read the full of Ozymandias


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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