Percy Bysshe Shelley poems
Percy Bysshe Shelley(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)
In Horologium
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley 366
Inter marmoreas Leonorae pendula collesFortunata mmis Machina dicit horas.
Quas manibus premit ilia duas insensa papillas
Cur mihi sit digito tangere, amata, nefas?
Ozymandias
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley 200
I met a traveller from an antique landWho 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 wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'