Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

121. Julian And Maddalo (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
122. Letter To Maria Gisborne 4/1/2010
123. Liberty 4/1/2010
124. Life Rounded With Sleep 4/1/2010
125. Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live 1/13/2003
126. Lines 1/4/2003
127. Lines -- Far, Far Away, O Ye 4/1/2010
128. Lines To A Critic 4/1/2010
129. Lines To A Reviewer 4/1/2010
130. Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills 1/13/2003
131. Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration 4/1/2010
132. Lines Written In The Bay Of Lerici 1/1/2004
133. Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon 4/1/2010
134. Lines: That Time Is Dead For Ever, Child! 4/1/2010
135. Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below 1/1/2004
136. Lines: We Meet Not As We Parted 4/1/2010
137. Love 4/1/2010
138. Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear 4/1/2010
139. Love's Philosophy 12/31/2002
140. Love's Rose 4/1/2010
141. Marenghi 4/1/2010
142. Marianne's Dream 4/1/2010
143. Matilda Gathering Flowers 4/1/2010
144. May The Limner 4/1/2010
145. Melody To A Scene Of Former Times 4/1/2010
146. Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd 4/1/2010
147. Mighty Eagle 4/1/2010
148. Mont Blanc: Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni 1/1/2004
149. Music And Sweet Poetry 4/1/2010
150. Music, When Soft Voices Die 1/3/2003
151. Mutability 12/31/2002
152. Mutability - Ii. 4/1/2010
153. Night 1/4/2003
154. O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine! 4/1/2010
155. O Thou Immortal Deity 4/1/2010
156. Ode To Heaven 4/1/2010
157. Ode To Liberty 4/1/2010
158. Ode To Naples 5/8/2011
159. Ode To The West Wind 1/3/2003
160. On A Faded Violet 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 ...

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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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