all-bellowing

Updated: May 24, 2025

And it boils and it roars, and it hisses and seethes, As when water and fire first blend; To the sky spurts the foam in steam-laden wreaths, And wave passes hard upon wave without end. And, with the distant thunder's dull sound, From the ocean-womb they all-bellowing bound.

Friedrich Schiller - The Works of Frederich Schiller