Fragment: Rain.

The gentleness of rain was in the wind.

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

A Dirge.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Marianne's Dream.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

Fragment: The False Laurel And The True.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

To Mary Shelley.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry

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Fragment: 'When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies'.

When soft winds and sunny skies
With the green earth harmonize,
And the young and dewy dawn,
Bold as an unhunted fawn,
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Fragment: Love'S Tender Atmosphere.

There is a warm and gentle atmosphere
About the form of one we love, and thus
As in a tender mist our spirits are
Wrapped in the ... of that which is to us
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Fragment: To Byron.

O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
Shakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,
Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?

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Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'.

My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
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To seek, - or haply, if I sought, to find;
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Fragment: May The Limner.

When May is painting with her colours gay
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