Where man's profane and tainting hand
Nature-s primaeval loveliness has marred,
And some few souls of the high bliss debarred
Which else obey her powerful command;
...mountain piles
That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.

(C) Percy Bysshe Shelley
03/12/2017


Best Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Passage Of The Apennines
• Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear
• Letter To Maria Gisborne
• Good-night
• Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day
• Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude
• Adonais
• The Two Spirits: An Allegory
• An Exhortation
• Art Thou Pale For Weariness
• To A Lady, With A Guitar
• Remembrance
• Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819
• To Wordsworth
• Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills
• In Horologium
• Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison
• Asia: From Prometheus Unbound
• Fromthe Arabic: An Imitation