Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

81. Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude 4/1/2010
82. Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison 4/1/2010
83. Fragment: To Byron 4/1/2010
84. Fragment: To One Singing 4/1/2010
85. Fragment: To The People Of England 4/1/2010
86. Fragment: Wedded Souls 4/1/2010
87. Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly 4/1/2010
88. Fragment: Ye Gentle Visitations Of Calm Thought 4/1/2010
89. Fragment: Yes! All Is Past 4/1/2010
90. Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama 4/1/2010
91. Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho 4/1/2010
92. Fragments Written For Hellas 4/1/2010
93. From "Adonais," 49-52 1/20/2003
94. From The Arabic, An Imitation 1/4/2003
95. From The Greek Of Moschus 4/1/2010
96. From The Greek Of Moschus : Pan Loved His Neighbour Echo 4/1/2010
97. From The Original Draft Of The Poem To William Shelley 4/1/2010
98. From Vergil's Fourth Georgic 4/1/2010
99. From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue 4/1/2010
100. Fromthe Arabic: An Imitation 4/1/2010
101. Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!! 4/1/2010
102. Ginevra 4/1/2010
103. Good-Night 1/3/2003
104. Hellas 1/4/2003
105. Here I Sit With My Paper… 4/1/2010
106. Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux 4/1/2010
107. Homer's Hymn To Minerva 4/1/2010
108. Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All 4/1/2010
109. Homer's Hymn To The Moon 4/1/2010
110. Homer's Hymn To The Sun 4/1/2010
111. Homer's Hymn To Venus 4/1/2010
112. Hymn Of Apollo 4/1/2010
113. Hymn Of Pan 12/31/2002
114. Hymn To Intellectual Beauty 1/3/2003
115. I Arise From Dreams Of Thee 1/3/2003
116. I Faint, I Perish With My Love! 4/1/2010
117. I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret 4/1/2010
118. I Would Not Be A King 4/1/2010
119. In Horologium 4/1/2010
120. Invocation 1/3/2003
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 ...

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The Triumph Of Life

Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask
Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth
Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
To which the birds tempered their matin lay,
All flowers in field or forest which unclose

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