Fragment: Life Rounded With Sleep.

The babe is at peace within the womb;
The corpse is at rest within the tomb:
We begin in what we end.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the major English Romantic poets, widely regarded as one of the greatest lyric and philosophical poets in the English language. Born on August 4, 1792, Shelley was a key member of a close circle of visionary poets and writers that included Lord Byron, Leigh Hunt, Thomas Love Peacock, and his own wife, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein. His poetic themes mainly explored radical social reform, personal liberation, and the power of human creativity and imagination. Tragically, he died young at the age of 29 in a boating accident in 1822. Though he faced criticism during his lifetime, his work garnered acclaim posthumously.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fragment: A Serpent-Face.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Fragment: Death In Life.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

To Harriet.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

To Jane: The Recollection.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

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Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
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Silver key of the fountain of tears,
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Fragment: The Sepulchre Of Memory.

And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee
Has been my heart - and thy dead memory
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Fragment: The Deserts Of Dim Sleep.

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Fragment: Wedded Souls.

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