I long for sacred music,

I long for sacred music,

My thirsty heart is a dying flower;

A thirsty heart is like a withered flower;

Make a sound like enchanted wine,

Music pours out like magic wine,

Loosen the notes in the silver shower;

Silver waterfall-like notes;

Like a barren plain, for the gentle rain,

Like a bare plain, longing for rain,

I gasped and I fainted until they woke up again.

I gasped and fainted until I woke up again.

(2)

Let me drink the soul of that sweet voice,

Let me immerse myself in the sweet song of my soul,

More, oh, more-I'm still longing;

More, oh, more-I'm hungry;

It unlocks the poisonous snake bound by worry.

The gloomy poisonous snake choked my heart-

Kill it in my heart;

Music freed him from indulgence;

Lysis of the strain, through each vein,

Charming melody, through all the blood vessels,

Into my heart and brain.

Into my heart and skull.

(3)

When the fragrance of violets disappears,

Like violets by a silver lake,

It grows by a silver lake,

Withered on the gloomy and fragrant lake,

When the dew in the cup is dried up in the hot noon,

Absorb the calyx of morning dew at noon,

The mist has no desire to satisfy it—

Mist can't quench thirst—

Violet was dead when the smell drifted away.

Violets wither and smell fragrant-

Flying over the blue water on the wings of the wind

The wind spread its wings on the blue lake—

(4)

It's like a person drinking water from a charming cup

It's like someone goes from foaming to squeaking—

Bubbles, bubbles and muttering wine,

Sparkling sparkling wine, drunk in a magic cup,

She is a powerful witch,

A powerful witch filled champagne,

Invite love with her sacred kiss ...

Attract lovers to a sacred kiss. ...

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Shelley's creative characteristics:

Shelley wrote many excellent lyric poems, which reflected the author's democratic thought and fighting spirit. In Song to the British, he severely reprimanded the British ruling class, calling them drones, and pointed out that they were parasites who exploited the British people.

The poet called on the people to take up arms to defend themselves: sow-but don't let tyrants search; Looking for wealth-don't let swindlers do it; Weave-don't knit cotton-padded clothes for lazy people; Forge weapons-protect yourself.

Apart from Singing to the English, his political lyrics and The Tyranny of Masked Parade solemnly protested the bloody atrocities of the bourgeois government. The Spanish people launched a revolutionary movement against alien oppression and feudal autocracy, and Shelley presented an ode to the Spanish people. The poet encouraged the working people to know their own strength and get up to change their slave situation.

Shelley advocates nature, praises the beauty of nature and is good at describing natural phenomena to express his feelings. While describing the power and changes of nature, he endowed himself with the pursuit of light and freedom.

Shelley is familiar with nature, and he personifies and deifies it. In Shelley's works, mountains, forests and birds that have been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly become full of vitality, as if they were people, and the "people" who stand up in these personalized nature symbolize the poet's personification of himself as the soul of nature.

In art, Shelley completed a self-image dissolved in nature. Shelley said, "The poet is a nightingale. She lives in the dark and soothes her loneliness with beautiful songs." "Romantic Love" is full of images, such as mountain breeze, flowing water and birds ... and the image of a boat under the moon is often remembered by readers.

For example, in To the Lark, the poet wrote: Hello! Happy spirit/you never seem to be a bird/from heaven or its vicinity, pour out your heart with hearty music/uncivilized art.

"Percy, Bishop, Shelley, what the heart wants", this is Shelley's tombstone inscription for himself before his death. Inscription is also the general summary of Shelley's poems. His poetry is a typical spiritual social life. The fantasy of his works, the free way of describing nature, the wonderful metaphor and the musicality of language constitute the complex and changeable artistic style of Shelley's lyric poems.