Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
I sit beside my lonely fire
And pray for wisdom yet:
For calmness to remember
Or courage to forget.
The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.
White sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run
And winged hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.
His speech is a burning fire.
The love of man and woman is as fire
To warm, to light, but surely to consume
And self-consuming die...
But comrade-love is as a welding blast
Of candid flame and ardent temperature:
Glowing more fervent, it doth bind more fast;
And melting both but makes the union sure.
The dross alone is burnt--till at the last
The steel, if cold, is one and strong and pure.
The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
And, like winged spirits, here and there
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.
When I am dead let fire destroy the world;
It matters not to me, for I am safe.
Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.
Among what he called his precepts were such as these: Do not stir the fire with a sword. Do not sit down on a bushel. Do not devour thy heart.
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire.
Bright-flaming, heat-full fire,
The source of motion.
Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire; or, out of God's blessing into the warm sun.
The Lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire.
While I was musing the fire burned.
Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?
Heap coals of fire upon his head.
Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.
How great a matter a little fire kindleth!
Gentlemen of the French guard, fire first.
Do not desire to follow fame, that foolish fire.
The soul cannot achieve the beauty of the Creator-Redeemer, but it can enage itself in humble service, like a plough or a kitchen fire.