Shelley's "The Triumph of Life" complete poem in Chinese and English

The Triumph of Life

Agile, like an elf rushing towards glory and perfection

The sun, covered with brilliance

Xing Rising suddenly, the mask-like darkness

then quietly fell from the sky above the awakened earth——

The snow on the mountain tops, the altars without smoke seals,

The flames are burning above the crimson clouds, and with the birth of the light

the ocean's prayers are noisy,

the birds sing in harmony to sing the morning song Cry.

All the flowers of fields and woods open their eyelids,

open their quivering eyelids to receive the kiss of the day,

hold their censers high in the air swaying,

The oriental spices in the furnace are ignited by the new light

Like an inexhaustible source slowly burning towards the sky,

towards the smiling sky Sending forth fragrant sighs;

Then the earth, the islands, the seas, and all the forms in them

that have living qualities and appearance

are like their father Like the sun, they wake up as scheduled

and one after another take on the labor that he once shouldered alone in ancient centuries

but was later assigned to

them by him. : However, I

had my thoughts that must be kept secret;

I stayed awake all night like the stars dotting the night sky,

At this moment they all lay down and fell asleep , but I stretched my tired hands and feet under a gray-white mast

The mast was once a green mountain pass in Apenning

The trunk of an old oak tree : Night is already in front of me

Fleeing; day is rising from behind me,

The sea is under my feet; above my head, there is a blue sky,

At this time, a strange fantasy appeared along with the thoughts

but it was not a dream, because the shadow that unfolded

was so transparent, the scene

from which Passing through is like the mountains shrouded in twilight

Blurred but clearly discernible; and on me,

I know that there is still the freshness of the dawn,

My hair and forehead once bathed in the same morning glow,

I once sat like this, leaning on the same tree trunk,

Sitting on that grassy hillside, as if

Hear the bird gate, the ocean and the flowing spring there

Exchanging sweet words with the passionate wind and music,

Then a fantasy unfolds in my mind .

When I lay in the illusion of that wonderful thought,

This is roughly what I heard and saw in my daydream.

I felt like I was sitting near a road.

The road was covered with a thick layer of summer dust.

It seemed like the hazy twilight glow. There were countless mosquitoes coming and going,

all of them were in a hurry, but apparently no one

knew where he came from and where he was heading. Where to go,

Or the reason why you become one of these thousands of people,

And being among the crowd, being carried along,

like summer One of the thousands of fallen leaves on the coffin,

old people and young people, adults and babies, form

a mixed and surging torrent, some,

They are escaping from the things that frighten them.

Some are deliberately seeking what others fear.

Others are walking towards the grave step by step.

But I care about studying the trampled underground insects,

There are also some, in their own shadows

Walking miserably and miserably, calling it death;

For some, running away from it is like running away from ghosts.

They will faint to the ground at any time due to difficulty in breathing;

But more of them use intertwined behaviors.

Chasing or avoiding the shadows cast by floating clouds

Or the birds disappearing in the sky at noon,

And following the path where flowers never grow Forward: 1

Depleted by thirst, exhausted by futile exertion,

cannot hear the eternal flow from those moss-covered caves

The sweet spring water with beautiful music;

Cannot feel the breeze blowing from the forest

Describing the green paths and forest meadows,

and The towering elm branches interspersed with arches,

The riverside where violets bloomed, rested sweet dreams,

Only the dark follies and follies continued.

While I was staring at the crowd on the avenue,

I thought they were crazy, like the forest in June

I was struck by the shaking day The afterglow of the south wind,

a cold gaze, as cold as ice and snow,

brighter than noon, drowning the sun with blinding light

, like the sun's rays covering the stars.

Like a crescent moon - when the storm emerges from the dreamland

Her white body still trembles as she gathers strength

On the red edge of the night illuminated by the setting sun Above——

As if to announce that it will come, hold it up high

The ghost of its dead mother, the dark figure

From her in the darkness The stroller leaned forward -

So a chariot rides on, transcending its own silence

The silent, surging brightness comes, in the chariot

The sitting figure seems to have been tortured and deformed by the years.

Wearing a black hood and a double cloak,

huddled in the shadow of the tomb, seemingly

The black gauze covering the position where the head should be,

is like a cloud, a dark, hazy fog,

which weakens the strong light. The driver on the shaft

Like Janus, he has four faces at a time

He is driving a group of people with magical wings;

And the figures pulling the chariot in the continuous electric light

have disappeared: I only hear the gentle wind

The sound of their constantly vibrating wings is heard

Music. The eyes of all four faces of the charioteer

are actually tied up with cloth straps; the speed in front and the blindness in the back all bring no good,

Even the bright light that eclipses the sun doesn't help.

The sight of the tied eyes cannot penetrate

Everything that is being done, has been done, and is about to be done;

The guidance of the chariot is abnormal, But he continued to move forward,

solemnly and majestic, and the speed was consistent with the solemn etiquette.

The crowd moved out of the way, and I stood up in horror,

or seemed to stand up, because I was too deeply immersed in the illusion;

as if I was being carried by a strong wind. In the chaotic clouds,

I saw thousands of people singing and dancing wildly,

as if they were holding a carnival,

to welcome a grand event. The conqueror marched victoriously,

The majestic Rome poured out her living torrent from the Senate, from the theater, and from the forum

Danga The yoke was given to those who were originally free, and they all quickly bowed their heads to bear it.

There are also similarities with the triumphal procession,

No matter Wherever the chariot passed, there were

numerous captives carried away: all who had grown old from

power or from torture,

All those who have given all their good years

to work or endure, their youth

will be spent in joy or pain at the last moment,

Only the trunks that can no longer bear fruit remain;

There are still such people, their infamy or honor

increases day by day, until the great cold winter destroys them

The shape and name of the green world are the same as their negation;

What is not in it is the sacred minority, but it is just a group that cannot make its spirit surrender to the conquerors,——

As soon as their flames of life come into contact with this world

they immediately fly back to their former home in the sky like eagles,

Or, the power of the world is Regardless of location.

Regarding crowns and treasures as dung..."

The sages and saints of Athens or Jerusalem

are not counted and neither appear in the captive queue

Neither do I get along with the people at the back who utter obscene words, nor do I get along with the people at the front who are doing obscene things.

The wanton dance dances wilder and wilder ahead,

The leader is as agile as a shadow on the grass,

Swifter than a chariot and Never taking a break,

Dancing wildly to wild music,

Dancing wildly, mixing with each other, getting wilder and wilder,

They suffered and twitched for this torturous pleasure,

and turned with the swift whirlwind of the ferocious spirit

—since the beginning of the universe

The elves used evil to pass their free time——

They tilted their heads back and let their long hair flutter in the wind,

Dancing around her who made the sun eclipse. non-stop,

The young men and women throw away their enthusiastic arms,

move quickly with their feet; they will withdraw from the crowd,

at this time, they will each other Approaching and leaning towards each other,

the depths of their hearts are ignited like fire; when they blush,

like moths, attracted by the light and restrained by the fire,

Often on their way to their glorious destruction,

Till it seemed as if two clouds were forced into the valley,

making the mountains tremble, and they met with lightning,

When the aftermath of the shock is not over, it turns into rain and dew

and dissipates, and the passionate bond that maintains both parties collapses.

One falls, and the other loses consciousness

Lying on the road, dead, not alone or in pairs,

And before I could tell where, the chariot

had rolled over them There is no discernible trace as it passes by,

Just like the foam left after the wrath of the ocean

Has dried on the desolate shore - behind,

Old men and women swayed in the humiliating wind

Their white hair, their clothes were dirty and messy,

Dancing staggeringly, using their weak limbs to try their best

They went to climb the bright car, but they were just thrown further away and covered by deeper shadows

They danced in circles, not because of their will

Weak and slightly less enthusiastic, although the gloomy shadow

has inserted into the crowd, encircling them and each other,

Performing tasks, people from the dust

Returned to dust, where they lay, rotten

Covered with sheets, they did...the things they had done.

This miserable parade scene is difficult for me to understand.

I couldn’t help but ask myself - what is this?

Who is the figure in the car? But why come?"

I also want to ask - "Is there something wrong? -"

A voice answered - "Life is broad - I turned around ,

Only then did I understand (Oh my god, please have mercy on this pitiful situation!)

I originally thought it was an ancient tree root,

twisted into strange shapes , grows at the foot of the mountain,

but it is really a member of the misguided race;

I thought it was a scattered white withered grass,

but It's his hair that's faded and thin;

The holes it tries to cover, but fails to cover,

are, or were, where his eyes are,

That stern face (knows what I am thinking), said,

"If you can restrain yourself from dancing like me,

"I would like to tell you what it is. As a result, my companions and I

were reduced to such profound contempt and humiliation,

telling the procession of this queue since early morning; Still not satisfied,

You can follow and observe until late at night, but

I am tired." He staggered, as if

he was overwhelmed by his own words. The burden was heavy, so

he took a breath; before he could continue,

I asked: "First of all, who are you?" "As long as you can remember things

"Before, I have loved, hated, feared, suffered,

I have done it and lived it. If God had ignited me

The spark of my soul had been burned with purer gunpowder,

"Now the corruption will not be obtained from the Rousseau of the past"

If there are more, this appearance will not

humiliate the person who is ashamed to bear it;

"If I have been extinguished, but what I sent out

The spark has ignited thousands of pilot lights."

"Who are those locked behind the car seats?"

"Sages and great men who will never be forgotten by future generations. ——They

wear helmets, diadems, mitres and garlands

of light, a symbol of the authority of the ideological empire——

“Their knowledge Without teaching people how to know themselves,

their ability is not enough to resolve the inner mysteries,

working hard to seek the imaginary dawn of truth,

"twilight" Then fell into a deep night.

"Who is the one with his hands on his chest and his hands on the chains?"

"A child of a violent era, he tried his best

"to win The world, when its hopes were shattered,

lost all that was great in it,

could have received more praise than virtue itself

"And tranquility, if not opportunity on eagle's wings

Thousands of climbers have preceded him:

Tumble, fall like Napoleon

"Feng Dian." - I felt my face suddenly change;

When I saw the shadow leave, I loosened my grip

Leaving a huge And the human world is so weak that any dwarf can come and kick it, I am sad: for the opposite will

and authority in Ruler of our mortal days and nights

Why does God allow the ends and means of good to be inconsistent

; and out of desperation I

almost Ashamed of the desire of my eyes,

It is willing to look at the outdated and boring scenes of an era that once was but it is hard to say now

has changed.

"See, the plunder and the plundered," the guide said to me

"Voltaire, Paul and Catherine,

Philippine Terry and Leopold, demagogues and tyrants,

Saints—always ancient names to the world,

"In life and the wars they fought,

She is always the conqueror. And what conquers me

is just my heart. No matter whether it is age, ridicule,

"tears, or the current grave, it is difficult

to make it Surrender. ——Let the past pass," I shouted. "This world and its gloomy circumstances are no more glorious than they were before.

I hope that the kind I respect can draw a "new image" on its unreal and fragile mirror after it has faded

. "There are always new images floating on the bubbles

You can draw them if you want;

We are just following the steps of those who have gone before us,

"Cast our shadows on the fading bubbles.

But note the ghosts of those great men of the past

imprisoned behind the triumphal carriage;

"The great Plato lived but died.

In redemption for the joy and sorrow that his teacher did not know,

It was a beautiful star that controlled his destiny,

"It has not been open for a long time. The life of the flower of heaven actually conquered his heart and mind with love

gold, pain, age,

lazyness or slavery.

"Next to him walked two figures

Teacher and student, following the pupil's regalia

As docile as a chained vulture.

“With one arm he can shroud the world in darkness,

He is the one singled out by reputation among the many conquerors

She carries the love of thunder;

"The other has endured through wars and disasters,

and remains supreme in people's minds.

Hold the key and guard the eternal door of truth,

"If the eagle-like spirit at the root of the wall had not been like

The lightning broke through the night - he forced the nature

Awakening its ever-changing form from slumber,

"guide him to its cave, which

contains the secrets of its domain.

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Look at the great singers in ancient times, they are gentle

“The passion they sang can be clearly understood from their singing voices

The immortal melody

It can still use its own appropriate infectious power

"to cause the infected people to scream - but I am

writing for me Suffering or worse!

My words contain elements that can cause misfortune -

"more like someone else's than their creation"

At this time, he pointed with his finger to a group of people,

I quickly recognized Caesar’s sinful people

Heirs from him to the present. Constantine the Great,

Those tyrannical chiefs had established many kings' lineages with their violence

and conspiracy traps

and spread gold and blood everywhere. The calamities of the The eclipse body has been hanging high in the sky,

Finally worshiped and praised by the world under their feet,

Replacing the real sun that it extinguished——

"They were given power just to destroy",

The guide replied, "I belong to the line of creators,"

"Even if what I create is just a painful world."

”

“Where are you from?” I said, “Where are you going?

How did your journey begin and why did you come?

"My eyes are tired of seeing this endless flow of people,

My heart is troubled by a sad thought -

Please tell me!" "Where do I come from? It seems that you can also

"Know a little bit about how and through what channels

Even you can guess how I ended up in this terrible situation;

Why should I This is beyond my ability to know;

"Not to mention where the Eye Conqueror is driving me -

But you can follow and change from a spectator to

As an actor or a victim of this disaster, maybe

"I can understand from what you have seen and learned

. Please listen below: April has arrived,

When all the trees are exposed to the spring season

"The blue atmosphere begins to burn on the treetops

Dazzling green flames, I am lying there

At the foot of the mountain, it is impossible to tell since when,

"The mountain has formed a high and deep cave. ,

An elegant river flows slowly from it,

Clear as clear air, tranquil waters

"Dipped in curved and tender grass, Constantly nourishing

the roots of fragrant flowers and filling the forest

With its wonderful sound, whoever hears it will forget it

“All joy, all pain, All love and hate,

All the past known before this quiet moment;

A sleeping mother will no longer be in a dream

"Dream of her" The only son who died in his arms at dusk——

A king would no longer grieve endlessly for his head

being deprived of his crown,

“And being able to watch the sun hovering over the ocean

plated his opponent’s emerging prosperity with gold.

You will also forget the futility of grieving for illness,

“Forget illness for which you cannot find cure within yourself

Forget that there is no other way to sleep. It's over,

No other beautiful music can be forgotten from memory

"The magic of eliminating the thought of illness and making people forget everything

is really wonderful; falling asleep like this

Have I lived before, have I imagined

"Heaven and a hell as cold as the earth from which I woke up and cried

I both

I stood up, and for a moment, even though it was daytime,

"There was a trace of light where the woods and the water were.

It was still there. The light pouring out is brighter and more sacred than the ordinary sun.

The light on the ordinary earth is brighter and more sacred.

“Everywhere is filled with magical sounds, those sounds

woven into Music can make people forget,

making the perception of running water and shadows no longer clear;

“When I raised my head and looked around, the bright light of the morning

had nothing to do with it. Everywhere, already flowing from the caves of the East,

On the springs that shone like gold, the sun

"The brilliant image blazed into all

The maze-like forest and its twists and turns

Those forest paths burning with green flames

"In the center of the sun, like the sun in his own

Where the glory is blazing, on the constantly shining brilliance

On the constantly trembling spring water, there stands a

"Mingguang form. She sprinkles the rain and dew with her left hand

The earth, as if she were the dawn, invisible

The rain kept singing a silver song,

"Landing on the mossy green grass,

And in the vaguely discernible sky in front of me over the grass,

the rainbow spread out its colorful brocade.

“Her right hand held an exquisite crystal vase,

Wearing a cloak woven from forgetwort;

When she came from there Walking through the high and deep cave,

“The soles of her feet were so light and agile when they fell,

they would not even break the mirror-like water surface,

She slid forward along the mirror-like water surface,

"Whenever she lowered her head to avoid the black branches,

her hair was like a weeping willow, gently brushing against the soft flow of the water. Breasts,

The flowing water chatters cheerfully, willing to be her pillow.

"Like a lover intoxicated by love in a dream

Floating on the lake with blooming water lilies, obeying

The wonderful music passes through the silver mist, The figure

"seems to sometimes move with her feet kissing the waves,

stepping on the water waves, sometimes following the wrinkled water surface

wrinkling the amethyst Sliding on the wind like water,

"Sometimes along the hazy light of dawn among the trees,

or along the soft shadows under the trees;

Her feet are always obedient to the constant flow

"The songs sung by leaves, waves, dripping water, birds and bees

are always accompanied by a sense of freshness.

Sweet rhythmic movement, like the breeze on a summer night

“Lifting up a golden crystal shape from the lake,

welcoming between two rocks. Under the rising moon

Dancing in the wind, in the sky where the eagle cannot fly;

“And her feet also have magical power,

No less than beautiful music, it seemed to be wiped away as she walked.

Erase the thoughts of the person looking at her feet;

"In an instant, all the scenes seemed to have never happened before. ,

All the thoughts of the viewer were thrown to the ground

Becoming ashes under her feet, she one by one

"Trapped the sparks of those thoughts to death of dust;

Like the daylight stepping out one by one from the eastern gate

The lamps of night, until the breath of darkness fades

"The one who makes the sky bright Eyes, even the smallest ones,

are opened again: she comes like day,

turning the night into a dream; while she has not stopped,

"Like a person, still between desire and shame

Hesitating, I said - if, you are indeed what you seem to be, from a certain area

"The distance without a name, come to this valley that is always a dream

Please tell me where I came from and where I am now. Why don't I disappear with the flowing water? .

“Get up and quench your thirst, was her reply.

Like a closed water lily touched by the dewy morning

The wand with the magic of life,

"I rise! and listen to her sweet ears I leaned forward at the command,

I used my parched lips to meet the wine glass she was holding.

Suddenly, my mind seemed to have turned into

"Beach , where the first wave of seawater

has washed away the hoof prints of the deer in the desolate Labrador

, and the ferocious beasts they fled

"The footprints of the jackal on the shore are still clear,

waiting for the tide to wash away again; then a new picture that has never been seen before appears before my eyes

"The beautiful shape gradually

retired in the strong light, like the silent starlight fading from the morning star

layer by layer onto the dawn gem. The green sky,

"When the rising sun has not dyed the peaks of the distant mountains red;

It is also like the most beautiful planet, although it is already out of sight

, there are people who can still feel her trace,——

“He hopes that at the end of his one-day journey, he can be bathed in that smile as

at the beginning. ,

The starlight is like the fragrance of daffodils blown by the evening breeze

Built above her wind-riding pavilion,

"And below, Covered with extraordinary splendor

The wasteland, far in front of her is the mighty storm

The storm flow of brilliant light, this flow of light is blocked

"The strong light casts under the shadow of leaves and stones

Where it shines, the crowd looks like skeletons dancing in the sun

Some are dancing for the grassland in the desert

“The monotonous green space adds color to the gorgeous flowers

Playing indulgently on the newly woven splendid carpet,

Forgetting the chariot that is moving forward rapidly;

"Some stood and watched until they were swallowed up by the mountain of cars, dimmed in the strong light.

Some were more beautiful than the chariots. Fast; and some

"turning in circles around it, like the blue sky,

the atmospheric ocean, with clouds swimming around the moon;

more, Following the captives behind the chariot,

"Following them, singing loud and fanatical hymns;

But all like bubbles in the whirlpool of a flood,

In the end, they all merged into the same track and were swept along by the surge

"Wrapped forward - I was also wrapped up in this crowd

I, the most beautiful The flowers do not last long,

I am not a shadow, nor an isolated island,

“I am not the forgettable song of that river,

I do not move by the flow of the river

The ghost of the previous figure - is one of the torrent

"I plunged into that very dense place

The raging torrent of living people exposed my heart to the cold light, but it became crippled too quickly.

"At that moment when the chariot was about to start climbing

the steep slope opposite the mysterious valley,

I saw the one worthy of writing The wonder of poetry

"He once started from the lowest level of hell

Under the guidance of quiet love, he passed through all levels of heaven

and all Glory, and then returned to the human world,

"narrating the experiences of hatred and awe, about all things,

a wonderful story about how everything will be distorted except love;

Hair as deaf as the sea will also turn white due to anger

The world cannot hear the music that can move a star.

The light of that star is the music of the benevolent. ——

Such a wonder is worthy of the poet writing a poem. ——

“Shadows crowded the woods until deep in the woods.

The ground turned gray because ghosts were everywhere.

The dark shapes filled the space. Flying in groups,

"like a large group of vampire bats under the equatorial sun,

bringing strange magic to a small Indian island

before dusk falls. Black night; so everywhere

"There were shadows; some even cast their shadows backwards

but they no longer looked like themselves,

there were Some of them looked like young eagles that were still young during a test flight.

"disappeared in the incandescent light, and some looked like

wood demons, dancing in unimaginable postures

River under the sun, on the green grassy bank

“Some are like apes, sitting together twittering, twittering, quacking,

In the hands of ordinary people...

Some brought imperial cloaks and ermine hats

"to make a cradle, some, like vultures

lyed on the pope's triple tiara; others Some

play wildly under a crown that would give an empire to a baby

" or an idiot

and use it as a nest. The decrepit zombies

nurture their descendants under the shadow of the devil's wings,

"The smile from their dead eyes,

to be reclaimed. The power that has been delegated,

those insects use this power to call themselves kings and emperors,

"and make the world their charnel ground.

Others, more humble, like falcons,

rest on the hands of ordinary people, sometimes flying

"Hovering above their heads; or like mosquitoes and flies ,

As dense as the fog in a swamp at dusk, clustered

among lawyers, priests, politicians and theorists

"There are some around the head, as if

The colorless snowflakes in the sky fell on the most beautiful hair

and the most lustrous breasts, and finally

"The youthful spirit extinguished by them" Melted by the light,

there are still some like tears, they become the veil of those

sad and crying people, I finally understand

"This pollutes everything we have Where does the body walking on the road come from? Every short period of time

the beauty of each body will gradually disappear,

actions and The form no longer possesses the perfection of life

"Quality, the marble-like foreheads of young people

are cracked by troubles, flashing dreams

and hopes In the eyes, desire is like a lost lioness

“Watching its death as a cub; in the crowd

Everyone is constantly giving birth to these shadows,

Like at dusk in autumn, the poplar trees are blown down by the wind

"Countless withered leaves. At the beginning,

each had its own image, and they were similar to each other,

but soon they lost their original shape, as if

"amorphous clouds follow The wind shapes features and postures;

And with this material, the creative light on the car

creates all those busy phantoms, just like

" The sun created the shape of the white clouds; just like that, one mask after another fell from everyone's faces

and bodies onto the road; as early as one day

"Before old, like a glimpse of heaven, awakening

The joy of those who sleep in the valley of forgetfulness is dead;

Some will be exhausted from dancing the scary dance ,

"And fall, like me, by the roadside; -

Those with the most shadows leave the fastest,

"From each of the strongest limbs and the most beautiful face,

only the least strength and beauty can be left on the body.

"Then, what is life? I questioned loudly .

”——

Late May 1822

To late June Swift as a spirit hastening to his task

Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth

Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask

Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.

The smokeless altars of the mountain snows

Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth

Of light, the Ocean's orison arose

To which the birds tempered their matin lay,

All flowers in field or forest which unclose

Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day,

Swinging their censers in the element,

With orient incense lit by the new ray

Burned slow & inconsumably, & sent

Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air,

And in succession due, did Continent,

Isle, Ocean, & all things that in them wear

The form & character of mortal mold

Rise as the Sun their father rose, to bear

Their portion of the toil which he of old

Took as his own & then imposed on them;

But I, whose thoughts which must remain untold

Had kept as wakeful as the stars that gem

The cone of night, now they were laid asleep,

Stretched my faint limbs beneath the hoary stem

Which an old chestnut flung atwart the steep

Of a green Apennine: before me fled

The night; behind me rose the day; the Deep

Was at my feet, & Heaven above my head

When a strange trance over my fancy grew

Which was not slumber, for the shade it spread

Was so transparent that the scene came through

As clear as when a veil of light is drawn

O'er evening hills they glimmer; and I knew

That I had felt the freshness of that dawn,

Bathed in the same cold dew my brow & hair

And sate as thus upon that slope of lawn

Under the self same bough, & heard as there

The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold

Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air.

And then a Vision on my brain was rolled.

As in that trance of wondrous thought I lay

This was the tenour of my waking dream.

Methought I sate beside a public way

Thick strewn with summer dust, & a great stream

Of people there was hurrying to & fro

Numerous as gnats upon the evening gleam,

All hastening onward, yet none seemed to know

Whither he went, or whence he came, or why

He made one of the multitude, yet so

Was borne amid the crowd as through the sky

One of the million leaves of summer's bier.--

Old age & youth, manhood & infancy,

Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear,

Some flying from the thing they feared & some

Seeking the object of another's fear,

And others as with steps towards the tomb

Pored on the trodden worms that c