1. About Shelley’s inspirational quotes
Shelley’s famous quotes are as follows:
1. The past belongs to death, and the future belongs to yourself.
2. The more I read, the emptier I feel.
3. The reason why you cannot feel the light is because you are dark.
4. Although the established destiny is bleak, changes can only deepen his disaster.
5. What is destroyed is life, not peace.
6. Remember, humans, because knowledge is to you what the vast river is to Egypt.
7. Let the trumpet of prophecy sound! Oh, West Wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
8. The hard-working bees never have time to be sad.
9. Life, this great miracle, we are amazed by, just because you are so wonderful.
10. The biggest secret in morality is love.
11. If you feel regretful after doing something that you can only do because of weakness, then you are even more weak.
12. Smile is actually a symbol of kindness, a source of happiness, and a medium to get close to others. With laughter, human emotions are communicated.
13. If a person is not truly moral, he cannot be truly wise.
14. A kiss is the meeting of soul and soul on the lips of a lover. Lips are the place where two souls of a lover meet.
15. Love is not a slave of time.
16. Love is like a light, shining on two people at the same time, the brilliance will not weaken.
17. Hope will make people young, because hope and youth are brothers.
18. The most unfortunate people were raised by suffering and became poets. They use poetry to teach others what they learned from suffering.
19. A poem is the true image of life, expressed in eternal truth.
20. Poets of all ages have contributed to an ever-evolving great poem.
21. A great poem is like a fountain, always spouting water of wisdom and joy.
22. The more we study, the more we feel our poverty.
23. A great poem is like a fountain, always spouting water of wisdom and joy.
24. A shrewd person is a person who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others.
25. If a person is not truly moral, he cannot be truly wise. Shrewdness and wisdom are two very different things. A shrewd person is one who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is one who carefully considers the interests of others.
26. The biggest secret of morality is love; in other words, it is the beauty that transcends our own nature and is dissolved in the thoughts, actions or personalities of others.
27. If you cherish your feathers very much and don't let them suffer any damage, then you will lose two wings and never be able to fly again.
28. The biggest secret of morality is love; in other words, it is the beautiful sayings/famous sayings that transcend our own nature and are dissolved in the thoughts, behaviors or personalities of others.
29. My writing seeks neither profit nor fame. Writing poems and publishing them is just my means. The purpose is to convey the sympathy between me and others, and this sympathy is king. It is a feeling that my strong and boundless love for my kind inspires me to strive for.
30. People are priests, interpreting incomprehensible inspiration; they are mirrors, reflecting the huge shadow that the future casts on the present; they are words, expressing things they themselves do not understand; they are trumpets, fighting for battle. But when singing, I don't feel what it is trying to inspire; it is the power that drives everything, and is not driven by anything. Poets are the unrecognized legislators of the world.
2. About Shelley’s inspirational quotes
Shelley’s famous quotes are as follows: 1. The past belongs to death, and the future belongs to yourself.
2. The more I read, the emptier I feel. 3. You can’t feel the light because you are dark.
4. Although the established destiny is bleak, changes can only deepen his disaster. 5. What is destroyed is life, not peace.
6. Remember, humans, because knowledge is to you what the vast river is to Egypt. 7. Let the horn of prophecy sound! Oh, West Wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? 8. The hard-working bees never have time to be sad.
9. Life, this great miracle, we are amazed by, just because you are so wonderful. 10. The biggest secret in morality is love.
11. If you feel regret after doing something that you can only do because of weakness, that is even more weak. 12. Smile is actually a symbol of kindness, a source of happiness, and a medium for getting closer to others.
With laughter, human emotions are communicated. 13. If a person is not truly moral, he cannot be truly wise.
14. A kiss is the meeting of soul and soul on the lips of a lover. Lips are the place where two souls of a lover meet.
15. Love is not a slave of time. 16. Love is like a light, shining on two people at the same time, the brilliance will not weaken.
17. Hope will make people young, because hope and youth are brothers. 18. The most unfortunate people were nurtured by suffering and became poets. They use poetry to teach others what they learned from suffering.
19. A poem is the true image of life, expressed in eternal truth. 20. Poets of all ages have contributed to an ever-evolving great poem.
21. A great poem is like a fountain, always spouting water of wisdom and joy. 22. The more we study, the more we feel our poverty.
23. A great poem is like a fountain, always spouting water of wisdom and joy. 24. A shrewd person is a person who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others.
25. If a person is not truly moral, he cannot be truly wise. Shrewdness and wisdom are two very different things.
A shrewd person is a person who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others. 26. The greatest secret of morality is love; in other words, it is the beauty that transcends our own nature and is dissolved in the thoughts, actions or personalities of others.
27. If you cherish your feathers very much and don't let them suffer any damage, then you will lose two wings and never be able to fly again. 28. The biggest secret of morality is love; in other words, it is the beautiful sayings/famous sayings that transcend our own nature and are dissolved in the thoughts, behaviors or personalities of others.
29. My writing seeks neither profit nor fame. Writing poems and publishing them is just my means. The purpose is to convey the sympathy between me and others, and this sympathy is king. It is a feeling that my strong and boundless love for my kind inspires me to strive for. 30. People are priests, interpreting incomprehensible inspiration; mirrors, reflecting the huge shadow that the future casts on the present; words, expressing things they themselves do not understand; trumpets, singing for battle, but cannot feel it. What is to be inspired? It is the force that moves everything and is not moved by anything.
Poets are the world's unrecognized legislators.
3. Are there Shelley’s famous quotes or poems
From Ode to the West Wind: Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? Ode to the West Wind 1 O wild autumn wind, you spirit of autumn! Without seeing you appear, the dead leaves have been swept away, like a group of ghosts fleeing without seeing the mage - they are either withered and scorched black, or pale and flushed, they are really a large area that has been plagued by the plague; you, you have sent the flying seeds Carry them away for the winter, and let them sleep in the dark underground, like corpses lying in their own tombs, until your blue spring sister blows the horn to the dreaming earth, calling the sheep-like buds. Drinking in the atmosphere makes the mountains and fields full of color and aroma.
Wild spirit, you are patrolling everywhere, destroying and protecting at the same time. Oh, listen! 2 You, chaotic clouds are the messengers of rain and lightning. It is on your rapids that shake the sky that the lightning is washed away like dead leaves falling from the trees, and falls suddenly from the intricate branches of the sky and the sea: as if there is a violent The Dionysian priestess raised her silver hair from the dark horizon to the sky, and saw similar hair strands rising all over your turbulent blue surface, announcing the approach of the storm.
In old age and on the verge of death, you are its elegy, and the closing night is its giant mausoleum connected to the sky - enveloping all the power of water vapor you have gathered, and the black rain, Electric fire and hail will also burst out from this thick cloud. Oh, listen! 3 You, lying next to the pumice island in Baya Bay②, the Mediterranean Sea listens to the noise of its blue waves, and is gradually urged into its summer dreamland. With sleepy eyes, I can only see the ancient palace trembling slightly under the strong waves. Castle - the walls are covered with young moss and wild flowers. Just thinking about the fragrance will make your heart drunk! But you woke it up again.
To clear the way for you, the flat Atlantic Ocean opens into deep grooves, and in its depths, you can immediately identify the underwater flowers and trees, the branches and leaves of the muddy jungle with sap. Your cry suddenly began to shrink and wither due to fright, and even the color became gray. Oh, listen! 4 If I were a dead leaf held up by you; If I were a cloud flying with you; If I were a wave breathing under your power, sharing your powerful impulse, that freedom, oh! Second only to you who are unruly; if I were still in my childhood and could still be your loyal partner when you were traveling in the sky - because at that time, running faster than you might not be a dream; then I wouldn't be like this Difficult, no need to beg you like this.
Please lift me up, oh, think of me as a dead leaf, a cloud or a wave! I fell on the thorns of life, dripping with blood! I am so much like you: stubborn, agile and proud, but the burden of time has tied me down and weighed me down. 5 Let me be your harp like the forest, but my leaves fall like the forest leaves! The deep autumn sounds, both beautiful and sad, will be included in your roaring symphony.
I wish I had your strong spirit! I hope you are the one who keeps moving forward! Please sweep my dead thoughts out of the universe, just as you sweep away the fallen leaves to promote new life! And by the incantation of this hymn of mine, my words are spread throughout this world, like sparks blown from an unextinguished furnace! May you sound loudly through my mouth the prophetic trumpet that awakens this world! Wind, winter is coming soon, can spring be far behind? 1 Wild autumn wind, you autumn spirit! Without seeing you appear, the dead leaves have been swept away, like a group of ghosts fleeing without seeing the mage - they are either withered and scorched black, or pale and flushed, they are really a large area that has been plagued by the plague; you, you take the flying seeds Carry them away for the winter, and let them sleep in the dark underground, just like corpses lying in their own tombs, until your blue spring sister blows the horn to the dreaming earth, calling the sheep-like buds. Drinking in the atmosphere makes the mountains and fields full of color and aroma. Wild spirit, you are patrolling, destroying and protecting at the same time.
Oh, listen! 2 You, chaotic clouds are the messengers of rain and lightning. It is on your rapids that shake the sky that the lightning is washed away like dead leaves falling from the trees, and falls suddenly from the intricate branches of the sky and the sea: as if there is a violent The Dionysian priestess raised her silver hair from the dark horizon to the sky, and saw similar hair strands rising all over your turbulent blue surface, announcing the approach of the storm. In old age and on the verge of death, you are its elegy, and the closing night is its mausoleum that connects to the sky - enveloping all the power of water vapor you have gathered, and the black rain, electric fire and hail will also Bursting down from this thick cloud.
Oh, listen! 3 You, lying on the Mediterranean Sea next to the pumice island in Baya Bay, listening to the noise of its blue waves, are gradually being urged into its summer dreamland. With your sleepy eyes, you can only see the ancient palaces and castles trembling slightly under the strong waves. ——The wall is covered with young moss and wild flowers. Just thinking about the fragrance will make your heart drunk! But you woke it up again. To clear the way for you, the flat Atlantic Ocean is cut into deep grooves, and in its depths, even the flowering trees under the water and the muddy dense forests with branches and leaves full of sap can immediately recognize your call, and they are suddenly overwhelmed by it. Frightened, it began to shrink and wither, and even its color became gray.
Oh, listen! 4 If I were a dead leaf held up by you; If I were a cloud flying with you; If I were a wave breathing under your power, sharing your powerful impulse, that freedom, oh! Second only to you who are unruly; if I were still in my childhood and could still be your loyal partner when you were traveling in the sky - because at that time, running faster than you might not be a dream; then I wouldn't be like this Difficult, no need to beg you like this. Please lift me up, oh, think of me as a dead leaf, a cloud or a wave! I fell on the thorns of life, dripping with blood! I am so much like you: stubborn, agile and proud, but the burden of time has tied me down and weighed me down.
5 Let me be your lute like the forest, but my leaves fall like the leaves of the forest! The deep autumn sounds, both beautiful and sad, will be included in your roaring symphony. I wish I had your strong spirit! I hope you are the one who keeps moving forward! Please sweep my dead thoughts out of the universe, just as you sweep away the fallen leaves to promote new life! And by the incantation of this hymn of mine, my words are spread throughout this world, like sparks blown from an unextinguished furnace! May you sound loudly through my mouth the prophetic trumpet that awakens this world! Wind, winter is coming soon, can spring be far behind? . 4. Asking for Shelley’s poems (philosophical ones)
To the Skylark ---------Shelley Hello, happy elf! You never seem to be a bird. From heaven or its neighborhood, you pour out your heart with hearty music and uncarved art.
Fly upward, and then fly higher. You jump up from the ground, like a light cloud of fire, passing through the blue heart of the sky, forever singing and flying, flying and singing. The sun below the horizon is emitting golden lightning, and the clouds are steaming in the clear sky. You are flying in the bright light, as if the intangible joy has begun a rapid expedition.
The pale purple dawn melts around your voyage, like the stars in the day sky. Although it is invisible, your strong and joyful voice can be heard - that sharp music, like the silver starlight. The sharp arrow, its strong light, dimmed in the morning light, until it was difficult to distinguish, but it could be felt that it was in space. The whole earth and atmosphere resound with your graceful singing voice, as if in the desolate dark night, from behind a solitary cloud, the bright moon shines out, and the clear brilliance fills the universe.
We don’t know, what are you? What is most similar to you? No rain of this beauty can fall from the neon-like clouds, comparable to the sweet rain of music that falls when you appear.
Like a poet, hidden in the bright light of his thoughts, reciting impromptu verses, until the sympathy of the whole world is awakened by unnoticed hopes and worries; Like a noble girl, living on the balcony of a deep palace , in the lonely and unspeakable moment, to relieve her pain of love, sweet as love songs, overflowing outside the boudoir; like a golden firefly, in the deep mountains and valleys where condensation occurs, not revealing its whereabouts, Spreading the crystal light among the fragrant grass and flowers that block our sight; like a rose that lets its green leaves shade it and is ravaged by the hot wind, until its fragrance intoxicates the reckless snitch with its excessive sweetness; The sparkling grass, the sound of spring rain falling, the flower buds awakening after the rain, everything that can be called bright, joyful and fresh, are not as good as your music.
Birds or elves, what sweet thoughts are in your heart? I have never heard a hymn of love or wine burst forth with such a divine stream of bliss. Whether it is a marriage chorus or a triumphal song, compared with your music, it is just empty exaggeration. People can detect that there is always poverty in it.
What kind of objects or events are the source of your happy music? What fields, waves, mountains? What form of air and land? Is it your love for your fellow humans, or your isolation from pain? With your clear and strong joy, fatigue will never appear, and the shadow of trouble will never be close to you. You love, but you never know the sadness of being overly loving. Whether you wake up or fall asleep, your understanding of death must be deeper and more profound than we mortals can dream of. Otherwise, how can the flow of your music flow like liquid crystal? We look forward and backward, disturbing ourselves for things that do not exist. Our most sincere smiles are also intertwined with some kind of distress. Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best express our sorrow.
However, even if we can abandon hatred, arrogance and fear, even if we are not born to shed a tear, I don't know how we can come close to your joy. Sweeter and sweeter than all the notes of joy, Richer and richer than the treasures of all books, this is your artistic skill, you who despise the dust.
Teach me half of it, and your heart will surely know the joy, the harmonious, fervent passion, that will flow from my lips, and the whole world will be like me now - listening. Ode to Freedom However, freedom, however, your flag, although broken, still flutters like a thunderstorm, stirring in the wind.
---- Byron, a glorious nation, once again brakes the thunder and lightning of people of all nationalities: in Spain, from castle to castle, from heart to heart, the bright light of freedom bursts out and sprays all over the sky. Contagious fire. My soul casts aside the frightened chains, and unfolds its swift wings of song, (like a young eagle soaring in the morning glow,) solemn and strong, in the rhythm of poetry, hovering over its usual prey; until the whirlwind of the spirit, Draw it from the sky of glory, fill the distant planets of space with lively flames, like a flying boat stir up the waves, cast the light from behind.
A melodious song comes from the depths of the sky, and I will record it truthfully. 2. "The sun and the peaceful moon suddenly appeared, and the stars burning in the abyss rose into the depths of the sky.
This wonderful earth - an island in the celestial ocean, suspended in the atmospheric clouds and mists that support all things. But this At that time, the sacred universe was still the abyss of chaos and disaster, because you were not yet born; there was only the violence of creating evil with evil, and the spirits of animals, birds and water tribes were already like kindlings, and endless wars were going on between them. , despair is entrenched in their hearts.
Their downtrodden adoptive mother moans in pain, lamenting that beasts and beasts, insects and insects, people are fighting endlessly, and every heart is a building full of violent wind. The hell of torrential rain. 3. At this time, man, this majestic form, is giving birth to children under the sunny sky; to all living beings, billions of creatures, palaces, temples, mausoleums and prisons are just like the ruins of mountain wolves. nest.
The vast number of human beings who are endlessly living, barbaric, rude, strange and ignorant, because you have not been born yet; In this wasteland where thousands of people gather together, like a ferocious dark cloud covering the empty wasteland, the tyranny of despotism hangs high in the sky. Above: The deified plague girl: Relying on money and blood to sustain life, the priests and tyrants whose souls are soaked with blood and the smell of copper drive the frightened crowd from all directions into the shadow of her broad wings. 4. The turbulent headlands of Greece, the blue islands, the cloud-like mountains, and the occasional waves are all bathed in the cheerful smile of the benevolent sky, shining with glory; from the orifices of their inspiration, the echo of prophecy emanates dimly.
In the carefree primitive wilderness, delicious olives, grains, and grapes have not yet been tamed for human consumption and are still growing wild; however, they are like buds waiting to bloom under the sea. A bud, like the adult wisdom lurking in the baby's brain, like a dream that contains everything in the future, the dream of immortal art is still hidden by the rich marble veins of Palos; poetry is still a child who is not good at words and babbling, philosophy is already for Searching for your figure and looking hard, eyes that never close; At this time, Athens rose up on the sea of ????love, the magnificent city-state, as if to mock the most outstanding builders, standing at the base of the purple cliff. 5. What kind of emotions does the author express by quoting the philosophical verses of the British poet Shelley?
Percy Bysshe Shelley (English original name: Percy Bysshe Shelley, August 4, 1792 AD - July 8, 1822 AD, aged 29), a famous British writer and romantic poet, is considered to be one of the best English poets in history. The British romantic democratic poet, the first socialist poet, novelist, philosopher, essayist and political writer, reformer, Platonist and idealist, was deeply influenced by utopian socialist ideas.
Shelley was born in Warnham, near Horsham, Sussex, England. He entered Eton College at the age of 12 and entered Oxford University in 1810. On March 25, 1811, he died due to the publication of "Atheism". "Inevitable", he was expelled from Oxford University after less than one year of enrollment. In November 1813, he completed the narrative poem "Queen Mab". From 1818 to 1819, he completed two important poems, "Prometheus Unbound" and "Qian Qi", as well as his immortal masterpiece "Ode to the West Wind". 》. Died on July 8, 1822. Engels called him a "genius prophet." 6. Shelley's famous quotes
The hard-working bee never has time to mourn.
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Life, this great miracle, we are amazed by, just because you are so wonderful...
The greatest secret of morality is love; in other words, it is beyond our own nature, The beauty that exists in the thoughts, actions or personalities of others
Famous quotes/famous quotes
The biggest secret in morality is love
Winter is coming, spring is coming Can it be far behind?
Vices - discord, war, misery; virtues - peace, happiness, harmony
A shrewd person is one who considers his own interests carefully; A wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others
A shrewd person is a person who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others. Land, sea, and sky, the three are like brothers.
If you are troubled, please treat it with hope; the greatest happiness of mankind is to have hope
Power is like a spreading plague, whoever you meet will be infected
Man cannot create opportunities, but he can seize those opportunities that have already appeared
People often think that making small mistakes is harmless, but they do not know that bigger failures are often guided by small mistakes
Life, this great miracle, we are amazed by, just because you are so wonderful...
People have a heart that can produce feelings, a brain that can think, and a tongue that can speak
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No law has the right to hinder the practice of truth
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Poetry is the supreme happiness and the spirit of goodness, A record of the best and highest moment of happiness
Just as princes appear small in their grandeur, sages are great in their humility
The more we read, the more we find that we are ignorant.
The more we learn, the more we feel our poverty
Belief is by no means knowledge, but makes knowledge effective
If a person is not truly moral, he is It is impossible to be truly wise. Shrewdness and wisdom are two very different things.
A shrewd person is a person who carefully considers his own interests; a wise person is a person who carefully considers the interests of others
A great poem is like a fountain, always spewing out water of wisdom and joy
If you feel regret after doing something that can only be done because of weakness, it is even more weak. 7. From Shelley's Ode to the West Wind, it inspires us
"Ode to the West Wind" in English Ode to the West WindI O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence- stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! II Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion , Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain
, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a
deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? "Ode to the West Wind" Chinese Translation Ode to the West Wind 1 Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of the solid body of autumn! Because of your invisible appearance, thousands of trees are sparse, like ghosts escaping from the exorcist. They are yellow, black, pale, flushed, and countless fallen leaves destroyed by plague are flying in all directions; oh, you have sent winged seeds into the air again. Transported to their dark winter beds; like corpses lying stiff in graves, they will hibernate separately, cold and desolate, until in spring your azure sister blows her loud horn to the dreaming earth ( Just like herding sheep driving sweet flower buds into the air to feed and drink), filling the mountains and plains with the color and fragrance of life.
You unruly spirit, you run everywhere; you destroy and you save, hear, oh, hear! 2. On your stream, in the turbulent sky, the chaotic dark clouds, the angels of rain and lightning, are like the endless withered leaves of the earth, breaking free of the branches of the sky and the sea, drifting and rushing; in you The surface of the pure waves is like the luxuriant green hair rising from the head of the Dionysian priestess. From the dark edge of the vast horizon to the pinnacle of the firmament, here and there wander the tossing curls of the approaching storm.
You, the elegy of the dying years, the four-dimensional night, supported by the power of all the vapor you have gathered, will form the vaulted top of his huge tomb. From your majestic atmosphere shall burst black rain, fire, and hail; oh, hear! Third, you, oh, it was you who woke up the blue Mediterranean from his dream. He slept soundly outside a pumice island in the Bay of Bay all summer. He was lulled to sleep by the noise of the clear water. He dreamed of ancient towers and towers. The tower and palace trembled in the strong and turbulent waves, all covered with azure moss and flowers, fragrant and fragrant, and the intoxicating feeling was indescribable.
Oh, in order to make way for you, the waters of the Atlantic Ocean suddenly opened, and in the vast depths of the waves, the flowers and algae on the seabed and the sapless jungle, oh, because I recognized your roar, for a moment They are all discolored, terrified, trembling and withering; listen, oh, listen! 4. If I were a light floating cloud that could fly with you, If I were a fallen leaf, you.