Fragment: The Vine-Shroud.

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow
Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee;
For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.

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: 'When A Lover Clasps His Fairest'.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Fragment.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Fragment: 'I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret'.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Homer's Hymn To The Sun.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

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In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
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Fragment: The False Laurel And The True.

'What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest
The wreath to mighty poets only due,
Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest?
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The Elements respect their Maker's seal!
Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,
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Have I 'scaped the flickering flame.
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Fragment: To The Mind Of Man.

Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues
Clothest this naked world; and over Sea
And Earth and air, and all the shapes that be
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The Spirit of thy glory dost diffuse
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Fragment: Rome And Nature.

Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.

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Fragments Written For Hellas.

1.
Fairest of the Destinies,
Disarray thy dazzling eyes:
Keener far thy lightnings are
Than the winged [bolts] thou bearest,
And the smile thou wearest
Wraps thee as a star
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Could Arethuse to her forsaken urn
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