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albatross

also good for preventing goiter

pumpup

原帖由 雁阵惊寒 于 2006-4-26 23:22 发表



和翅膀一场的吧。。。那我也可以看到你了！哈哈

yaya... they'll call out: pumpup!!!!

雁阵惊寒

哈哈，到时候见！。。。。。。今天好困，去睡觉了！

pumpup

88~~~~~~~~~~

雁阵惊寒

最后一帖再睡。。。。。。哈哈

pumpup

you still there~~~

albatross

120萨，，，，，，，，，，

雁阵惊寒

其实我真的很想抢120顶楼！

雁阵惊寒

不过还是需要一些努力的

pumpup

哦。。。

你们慢慢强吧

我要睡了

雁阵惊寒

哈哈，慢走啊。。。。。。。。。。。

雁阵惊寒

不知道鸟儿还在不在。。。。。。。。。。

albatross

120 还早呢，您也，慢走？？？？？？

pumpup

原帖由 雁阵惊寒 于 2006-4-26 23:47 发表
不知道鸟儿还在不在。。。。。。。。。。

状态 在线

雁阵惊寒

要是不在就靠我自己的力量了

雁阵惊寒

哈哈哈哈，，，水泵不也在嘛！

雁阵惊寒

还好鸟儿也在。。。。。。。。。

雁阵惊寒

这样灌到120就不会太难。。。。。。。。

雁阵惊寒

结果突然发现大家都不在了。。。。。。。。

雁阵惊寒

那我就再接再厉。。。。。。。。。。。

albatross

"Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?"

From: Love's Philosophy by Shelley

雁阵惊寒

我自强不息。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

albatross

Ode To A Skylark
To A Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

Bird thou never wert,

That from Heaven, or near it,

Pourest thy full heart

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. -



Higher still and higher

From the earth thou springest

Like a cloud of fire;

The blue deep thou wingest,

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. -



In the golden lightning

Of the sunken sun,

O'er which clouds are bright'ning,

Thou dost float and run;

Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. -



The pale purple even

Melts around thy flight;

Like a star of Heaven,

In the broad daylight

Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, -



Keen as are the arrows

Of that silver sphere,

Whose intense lamp narrows

In the white dawn clear

Until we hardly see- we feel that it is there. -



All the earth and air

With thy voice is loud,

As, when night is bare,

From one lonely cloud

The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed. -



What thou art we know not;

What is most like thee?

From rainbow clouds there flow not

Drops so bright to see

As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. -



Like a Poet hidden

In the light of thought

Singing hymns unbidden,

Till the world is wrought

To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: -



Like a high-born maiden

In a palace-tower,

Soothing her love-laden

Soul in secret hour

With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: -



Like a glow-worm golden

In a dell of dew,

Scattering unbeholden

Its aereal hue

Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view! -



Like a rose embowered

In its own green leaves,

By warm winds deflowered,

Till the scent it gives

Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves: -



Sound of vernal showers

On the twinkling grass,

Rain-awakened flowers,

All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass: -



Teach us, Sprite or Bird,

What sweet thoughts are thine:

I have never heard

Praise of love or wine

That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. -



Chorus Hymeneal,

Or triumphal chant,

Matched with thine would be all

But an empty vaunt,

A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. -



What objects are the fountains

Of thy happy strain?

What fields, or waves, or mountains?

What shapes of sky or plain?

What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? -



With thy clear keen joyance

Languor cannot be:

Shadow of annoyance

Never came near thee:

Thou lovest- but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. -

Waking or asleep,

Thou of death must deem

Things more true and deep






- Percy Bysshe Shelley

雁阵惊寒

我发奋图强。。。。。。。。。。。。

albatross

Ode To The West Wind
ODE TO THE WEST WIND

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I

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 odors 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 aery 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,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline 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 seemed 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 chained and bowed
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 withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse, -
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth -
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind! -



- Percy Bysshe Shelley

albatross

Song
Rarely, rarely comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.

How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again?
With the joyous and the free
Thou wilt scoff at pain.
Spirit false! thou hast forgot
All but those who need thee not.

As a lizard with the shade
Of a trembling leaf,
Thou with sorrow art dismayed;
Even the sighs of grief
Reproach thee, that thou art not near,
And reproach thou wilt not her.

Let me set my mournful ditty
To a merry measure;--
Thou wilt never come for pity,
Thou wilt come for pleasure;
Pity then will cut away
Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.

I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,
And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.

I love snow and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Everything almost
Which is Nature's, and may be
Untainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude,
And such society
As is quiet, wise, and good;
Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love--though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee--
Thou art love and life! O come!
Make once more my heart thy home!



- Percy Bysshe Shelley

雁阵惊寒

可爱的鸟儿回来了。。。。。。。。。

albatross

When The Lamp Is Shattered
When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendor
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.



- Percy Bysshe Shelley

雁阵惊寒

我就不相信我灌不到！！！

albatross

Leaves of Grass - W. Whitman

Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning--as, first, I here and now
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,