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.

(C) Percy Bysshe Shelley
03/08/2017


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