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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/  
BISH; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the 
major English Romantic poets, who is regarded by 
some as among the finer lyric and philosophical 
poets in the English language, and one of the more
 influential. A radical in his poetry as well as 
 in his political and social views, Shelley did 
 not see fame during his lifetime, but recognition
 of his achievements in poetry grew steadily 
 following his death. 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 second wife, Mary Shelley, the author 
 of Frankenstein.
 Shelley is perhaps best known for classic poems such as
 Ozymandias, Ode to the West Wind, To a Skylark, Music, 
 When Soft Voices Die, The Cloud and The Masque of Anarchy. 
 His other major works include a groundbreaking verse drama
 The Cenci (1819) and long, visionary, philosophical poems 
 such as Queen Mab (later reworked as The Daemon of the World),
 Alastor, The Revolt of Islam, Adonaïs, Prometheus Unbound (1820)
 —widely considered to be his masterpiece—Hellas: 
 A Lyrical Drama (1821), and his final, unfinished work, 
 The Triumph of Life (1822)

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First Dedication poem to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Young Brilliant Poet That Left Us Far, Far Too Soon
     (Dedication To Percy Bysshe Shelley)
 
Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?

His pen wrote fine lines, splattering its ink 
to selfish bidding, it refused to sink.
His heart roared out, "let them wither away"
their greedy commands I will not obey.
Poet's soul seeking great and better things
spreading love, peace, joy as its ardor sings
Knowing Dark's appetite had ate lost-hearts 
its massive powers torn goodness apart.

Each morn, he rose to ink out his sworn vow
gift words, as only a poet knows how.
With paper and thought, he scribbled true deep
oft denying his wants or needed sleep.
Sadness came as others shot their arrows
those not knowing, God sees wounded sparrows.
With love and mercy, gives his divine aid
to those suffering from evil's sharp blade.
 
Years piled up, brief decades ate their fill
his tender heart refused their unjust bill.
With courage found in a cause that is right
black ink stained blank pages, morning, noon and night.
His eyes were tired and too oft his hands cramped
yet his vow was, not join their selfish camp.
He saw death, soon as it broke through his shield
he stood there, refusing to ever yield.

Treated as rubbish he should walk away
with such a blinded crowd why would he stay?
His mind, his pen, both were very gifted
truth, ink of his verses - souls uplifted.
With positive results in verse desired,
in love's beauty, his poetry was fired.
Should benevolent kindness be punished
or Heaven's bread be sent to one famished?

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
Rhyme, ( Those That Write To Give To Others )
Dedicated to the life and poetry of the famous poet 
that died far too young, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Second dedication poem- to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Weeping Willows, Thy Tears Wake My Slumber

Ye graceful angel, thy truer heart speaks
with Hope's promise of resplendent relief
in that bounty, deep empathy thus peaks
to give mercy's gifts in divine belief.
Rose-red flowers, thy garden in full bloom
for none other has such soft graceful kiss
there is love and warmth in thy treasure room
*riaments* of gold found within thy sweet bliss.

Thy forest colors shine, upon each leaf
as whispering winds seeds recover
thy hands gift back joy taken by sorrow's thief
romance gems, Love's truth thus discovers.
In that dance in romanticism's deep vault
thy songs and inspiring words give much more
Love, removing regrets of ones great faults
jewels cast within heavenly downpour.

Weeping willow's sorrows having been shed
sky brightens and gives sight of rainbow hues
as glad heart heals all, in soul love embeds
its splendor of life that ever renews.
Angel, thy pure beauty we now behold
coupled with allure of thy graceful smile
dare we in our wildest dreams be so bold
as to request to hold, thy hand a while.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2019
dedicated to Percy Bysshe Shelley

Note: *raiments*
noun ARCHAIC•LITERARY
plural noun: raiments
clothing.
"ladies clothed in raiment bedecked with jewels"
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