Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

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

To Coleridge

Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
Such lovely ministers to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.

With mountain winds, and babbling springs,
And moonlight seas, that are the voice

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