Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ozymandias

1818

I met a traveller from an antique land, / Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

To a Skylark

1820

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! / Bird thou never wert,

Ode to the West Wind

1820

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns being, / Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Loves Philosophy

1819

The fountains mingle with the river / And the rivers with the ocean,

Mutability

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; / How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,