This collection gathers together the works by Percy Bysshe Shelley in a single, convenient, high quality, and extremely low priced Kindle volume!
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Oxford Edition.:
The Daemon Of The World. A Fragment. Alastor Or The Spirit Of Solitude The Revolt Of Islam: A Poem In Twelve Cantos. Prince Athanase: A Fragment Rosalind And Helen: A Modern Eclogue. Julian And Maddalo. A Conversation Prometheus Unbound. A Lyrical Drama In Four Acts. The Cenci. A Tragedy In Five Acts. The Mask Of Anarchy. Peter Bell The Third. Letter To Maria Gisborne. Leghorn, July 1, 1820. The Witch Of Atlas. Oedipus Tyrannus Or Swellfoot The Tyrant. A Tragedy In Two Acts, Translated From The Original Doric. Epipsychidion. Adonais. An Elegy On The Death Of John Keats, Author Of Endymion, Hyperion, Etc. Hellas. A Lyrical Drama. Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama. Charles The First. The Triumph Of Life. Early Poems 1814, 1815. Poems Written In 1816. Poems Written In 1817. Poems Written In 1818. Poems Written In 1819. Poems Written In 1820. Poems Written In 1821. Poems Written In 1822. Translations. Juvenilia. Queen Mab. A Philosophical Poem, With Notes. Verses On A Cat. Fragment: Omens. Epitaphium. In Horologium. A Dialogue. To The Moonbeam. The Solitary. To Death. Love’s Rose. Eyes: A Fragment. Original Poetry By Victor And Cazire. Poems From St. Irvyne, Or, The Rosicrucian. Posthumous Fragments Of Margaret Nicholson. Being Poems Found Amongst The Papers Of That Noted Female Who Attempted The Life Of The King In 1786. Notes On The Text And Its Punctuation. A List Of The Principal Editions Of Shelley’s Poetical Works, Showing The Various Printed Sources Of The Contents Of This Edition.
The Complete Novels:
St. Irvyne; Or, The Rosicrucian Zastrozzi: A Romance
The Complete Essays:
A Defence Of Poetry A Philosophical View Of Reform A Vindication Of Natural Diet Essay On The Literature, The Arts, And The Manners Of The Athenians On A Future State On Life On Love On The Punishment Of Death On The Symposium, Or Preface To The Banquet Of Plato Speculations On Metaphysics Speculations On Morals The Necessity Of Atheism
Embarrassing though it may be, I re-read Shelley's major works after the Breaking Bad episode this season titled, "Ozymandias." If you read nothing else, read Ozymandias and Masque of Anarchy -- very relevant in these times.
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Percy Bysshe Shelley may have been a cad, coward & a man with a seriously skewed moral compass, but he was also an excellent poet. Shelley's view of the world from the height of romanticism often reflected emotions of the extremes. Either utterly rapturous, or in total despair, he was a man who knew little of moderation.
An outcast of society, often of his own volition, & largely overlooked in his own time, Shelley's writings persevere today because of the loyalty, however undue we may deem it to have been, of his wife, whom he preceded in death. As harsh as my own thoughts of the person of Percy Bysshe Shelley are, perhaps Mary knew his value far more intimately than any other. This we can agree on at least, he knew few equals & we may both let his own words prove his worth.
It’s a little ridiculous to give a star rating to a classic poet’s life work. I feel like I have to explain. The quality of the poetry is of course magnificent in craftsmanship. I also think that Shelly, and Byron and that whole crew were kind of high on themselves and their ability to spin beautiful words. Some of this (especially the last of it chronologically) is really wonderful and resonant. A lot of it is just gorgeousness in place of substance. Not everything can be elevated because you made a poem about it. Sorry Shelly.
Read: Hymn of Intellectual Beauty Ode to the West Wind Prometheus The Triumph of Life To a Skylark Epipsychidion Essay on Love Essay on Life A Defense of Poetry
It's not you, Percy. It's me. I'm just not sensitive, educated, or patient enough to appreciate you. You have your admirers, so you won't miss me. Can we be friends?