Percy Bysshe Shelly A Romantic Poet of

Percy Bysshe Shelly A Romantic Poet of The 19 th Century.

• Obituary on Percy • Percy Bysshe Shelley was born august 4, 1792 • The eldest son of Timothy and Elizabeth Shelley, with one brother and four sisters, he stood in line to inherit not only his grandfather's considerable estate but also a seat in Parliament. • At nineteen, Shelley eloped to Scotland with Harriet Westbrook, sixteen.

Obituary Con. • Percy also married Mary Godwin, the author of Frankenstein • In 1817, Percy Bysshe Shelley produced Laon and Cyntha, which was withdrew because of the attacks on religion • In Dec. 1816, Harriet Shelley committed suicide, three weeks after her body was found in a lake at London park, Percy and Mary were officially married

Obituary Con • Shelley lost the custody of his two children by Harriet because of his faithful attachment to the opinion of free love. • His first publication was a gothic novel, Zastrozzi in 1810, • With his sister Elizabeth, Shelley published original poetry; By victor and Cazire. • On July 8, 1822, shortly before his thirtieth birthday, Shelley was drowned in a storm while attempting to sail from Leghorn to Le Spezia, Italy, in his schooner, the Don Juan.

, Short Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelly Ozymandias Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . Near them, on the Half , 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

Epics, by Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode to the West Wind • I 0 wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed the wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) with living hues and odours plain and hill: wild spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; Hear, 0 hear!

Ode to the West Wind Con. • II thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, angels of rain and lightning: there are spread on the blue surface of thine airy surge, like the bright hair uplifted from the head of some fierce maenad, even from the dim verge of the horizon to the zenith's height, the locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge of the dying year, to which this closing night will be the dome of a vast sepulchre vaulted with all thy congregated might of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: 0 hear!

Ode to the West Wind Con. • III thou who didst waken from his summer dreams the blue Mediterranean, where he lay, lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, and saw in sleep old palaces and towers quivering within the wave's intenser day, all overgrown with azure moss and flowers so sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou for whose path the Atlantic's level powers cleave themselves into chasms, while far below the sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear the sapless foliage of the ocean, know thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, and tremble and despoil themselves: 0 hear!

Ode to the West Wind Con. • IV if I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share the impulse of thy strength, only less free than thou, 0 uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be the comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, as then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven as thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh! Lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed one too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Ode to the West Wind Con. • V make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: what if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, my spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth the trumpet of a prophecy! 0 wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Biography on selected works • Laon and Cythna 1818 • Zastrozzi (1810) A Romance • Original Poetry (1810) By Victor and Cazire, by Percy Bysshe Shelley and Elizabeth Shelley • Posthumous Fragments of Margaret Nicholson (1810) Edited by John Fitzvictor, by Shelley and Thomas Jefferson Hogg.

References • The academy of American poets- Percy Bysshe Shelley

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