Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

161. On A Fete At Carlton House: Fragment 4/1/2010
162. On An Icicle That Clung To The Grass Of A Grave 4/1/2010
163. On Death 1/3/2003
164. On Fanny Godwin 4/1/2010
165. On Keats, Who Desired That On His Tomb Should Be Inscribed-- 4/1/2010
166. On Leaving London For Wales 4/1/2010
167. On Robert Emmet's Grave 4/1/2010
168. On The Dark Height Of Jura 4/1/2010
169. On The Medusa Of Leonardo Da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery 4/1/2010
170. One Sung Of Thee Who Left The Tale Untold 1/1/2004
171. One Word Is Too Often Profaned 1/13/2003
172. Orpheus 4/1/2010
173. Otho 4/1/2010
174. Ozymandias 12/31/2002
175. Passage Of The Apennines 4/1/2010
176. Pater Omnipotens 4/1/2010
177. Peter Bell The Third 4/1/2010
178. Poetical Essay 4/1/2010
179. Prince Athanase 4/1/2010
180. Prometheus Unbound: Act I (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
181. Queen Mab: Part I. 4/1/2010
182. Queen Mab: Part Ii. 4/1/2010
183. Queen Mab: Part Iii. 4/1/2010
184. Queen Mab: Part Iv. 4/1/2010
185. Queen Mab: Part Ix. 4/1/2010
186. Queen Mab: Part V. 4/1/2010
187. Queen Mab: Part Vi (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
188. Queen Mab: Part Vii. 4/1/2010
189. Remembrance 4/1/2010
190. Remorse 1/4/2003
191. Revenge 4/1/2010
192. Rome And Nature 4/1/2010
193. Rosalind And Helen: A Modern Eclogue 1/3/2003
194. Saint Edmond's Eve 4/1/2010
195. Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819 4/1/2010
196. Sister Rosa: A Ballad 4/1/2010
197. Song 12/31/2002
198. Song For 'Tasso' 4/1/2010
199. Song From The Wandering Jew 4/1/2010
200. Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna 12/31/2002
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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