Examples of using "Profondes" in a sentence and their english translations:
even in the deep sea.
like the deep sea.
coincided with my deepest intuitions
- Still waters run deep.
- Silent waters run deep.
Better attention to the root causes,
Those are really deep conversations.
and deeper roots for protection,
deep valleys are plunged into darkness.
The spruce has relatively shallow roots.
The coelacanth inhabits the deep sea.
that could have cut these deep vertical fissures
This guy there is a deepwater diver.
Fishermen are setting out their nets in deep water.
I feel very strongly about that.
There are countless undiscovered species in deep waters,
by putting in place deep-rooted perennial plants,
It's dangerous to dive in shallow water.
before Iraq and open pit burns which gave you cancer.
it really is just masking a lot of very, very deep, deep insecurity.
which runs much more deeply - it's the root cause of this distraction.
Will the deep-rooted oaks withstand storms and heat better
The continental shelf continues until it drops off into the deeper parts of the ocean.
The tide sweeps the fertilized eggs away from the reef's hungry mouths. And out into deep water.
- Still waters run deep.
- Silent waters run deep.
I feel very strongly about that.
"He holds huge rocks; these, Eurus, are for thee, / there let him glory in his hall and reign, / but keep his winds close prisoners."
So sank the furious wave, / when through the clear sky looking o'er the main, / the sea-king lashed his steeds and slacked the favouring rein.
"But Capys and the rest, of sounder mind, / urge us to tumble in the rolling tide / the doubtful gift, for treachery designed, / or burn with fire, or pierce the hollow side, / and probe the caverns where the Danaans hide."
"When, wafted to Sicilia, dawns in sight / Pelorus' channel, keep the leftward shore, / though long the circuit, and avoid the right."
Lashed into foam, behind them roars the brine; / now, gliding onward to the beach, ere long / they gain the fields, and rolling bloodshot eyne / that blaze with fire, the monsters move along, / and lick their hissing jaws, and dart a flickering tongue.
Far off is seen, above the billowy mere, / Trinacrian AEtna, and the distant roar / of ocean and the beaten rocks we hear, / and the loud burst of breakers on the shore; / high from the shallows leap the surges hoar, / and surf and sand mix eddying.
Like as a fire, when Southern gusts are rude, / falls on the standing harvest of the plain, / or torrent, hurtling with a mountain flood, / whelms field and oxens' toil and smiling grain, / and rolls whole forests headlong to the main, / while, weetless of the noise, on neighbouring height, / tranced in mute wonder, stands the listening swain.
"There rest they, nor their sequence change, nor place, / save when, by chance, on grating hinge the door / swings open, and a light breath sweeps the floor, / or rougher blasts the tender leaves disperse. / Loose then they flutter, for she recks no more / to call them back, and rearrange the verse; / untaught the votaries leave, the Sibyl's cave to curse."