He was one of the major English Romantic poets and lived from August 4, 1792 to July 8, 1822. He is considered by many as one of the best lyric poets and definitely one of the most influential. A radical through and through, he was just as venturesome in his political and social views as he was in his poetry. Yet, somehow he forgot to seek after fame. His popularity growing after his death. Such is the way of a poet. This is especially true of one caught up in a love for nature.
Equally puzzling, how did a man who forsook any pursuit of popularity become the lodestone to three, perhaps four generations of poets? And yet? He did and was and I would argue still is to some.
You may read poetry by Percy Bysshe Shelley beginning with To A Skylark starting here:
The same poem is found here read in an audiobook format and you can find many of his poems on youtube as well: