Fragment Of A Ghost Story.

A shovel of his ashes took
From the hearth's obscurest nook,
Muttering mysteries as she went.
Helen and Henry knew that Granny
Was as much afraid of Ghosts as any,
And so they followed hard -
But Helen clung to her brother's arm,
And her own spasm made her shake.

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: The Vine-Shroud.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Sonnet. From The Italian Of Cavalcanti.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

On Fanny Godwin.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

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