Fragment: The Lake's Margin.

The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses
Track not the steps of him who drinks of it;
For the light breezes, which for ever fleet
Around its margin, heap the sand thereon.

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 Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Marianne's Dream.

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Fragment: 'Wake The Serpent Not'.

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Fragment: Wine Of The Fairies.

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Fragment: A Roman's Chamber.

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In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
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My head is wild with weeping for a grief
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The Elements respect their Maker's seal!
Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,
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Fragment: 'Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds'.

Follow to the deep wood's weeds,
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Where we seek to intermingle,
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