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by William Butler Yeats

Statistics

 'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said,
'God's fire upon the wane,
A diagram hung there instead,
More women born than men.
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by Robert Burns

505. Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson Brewer

 HERE Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
 And empty all his barrels:
He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink,
 In upright, honest morals.


by Carl Sandburg

Pool

 OUT of the fire
Came a man sunken
To less than cinders,
A tea-cup of ashes or so.
And I, The gold in the house, Writhed into a stiff pool.


by Mother Goose

Cross Patch


Cross patch, draw the latch,
  Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup and drink it up,
  Then call your neighbors in.


by Odysseus Elytis

From Maria Nephele 1979

If you are of the Atreides go
elsewhere to shout aloud.
Such fire doesn't kindle the sun here where conscience rose and took on a maiden's real body.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Complete Destruction

 It was an icy day.
We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.


by Emily Dickinson

Peril as a Possesssion

 Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --
Begets an awe
That searches Human Nature's creases
As clean as Fire.


by Robert Herrick

HIS REQUEST TO JULIA

 Julia, if I chance to die
Ere I print my poetry,
I most humbly thee desire
To commit it to the fire:
Better 'twere my book were dead,
Than to live not perfected.


by William Butler Yeats

The Moods

 Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?


by Omar Khayyam

My fire gives forth no smoke-cloud here below,

My fire gives forth no smoke-cloud here below,
My stock-in-trade no profit here below,
And you, who call me tavern-haunter, know
There is indeed no tavern here below


by Omar Khayyam

Let not base avarice enslave thy mind,

Let not base avarice enslave thy mind,
Nor vain ambition in its trammels bind;
Be sharp as fire, as running water swift,
Not, like earth's dust, the sport of every wind!


by Robert Herrick

A MEAN IN OUR MEANS

 Though frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense, As for ourselves to leave some frankince


by Omar Khayyam

Not-being's water served to mix my clay,

Not-being's water served to mix my clay,
And on my heart grief's fire doth ever prey,
And blown am I like wind about the world,
And last my crumbling earth is swept away.


by Mother Goose

Ladybird


Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.


by Walter Savage Landor

On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.


by Omar Khayyam

When I recall my grievous sins to mind,

When I recall my grievous sins to mind,
Fire burns my breast, and tears my vision blind;
Yet, when a slave repents, is it not meet
His lord should pardon, and again be kind?


by Walter Savage Landor

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.


by Omar Khayyam

Here in this tavern haunt I make my lair,

Here in this tavern haunt I make my lair,
Pawning for wine, heart, soul, and all I wear,
Without a hope of bliss, or fear of bale,
Rapt above water, earth, and fire, and air.


by Omar Khayyam

Who was it brought thee here at nightfall, who?

Who was it brought thee here at nightfall, who?
Forth from the harem in this manner, who?
To him who in thy absence burns as fire,
And trembles like hot air, who was it, who?


by Omar Khayyam

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,
And rend to shreds my scanty joy's attire,
The water that I drink you foul with earth,
And turn the very air I breathe to fire!


by Walter Savage Landor

I Strove with None

 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.


by Carl Sandburg

Two

 Memory of you is .
.
.
a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.


by Omar Khayyam

Drink, drink this wine which gives eternal life; drink,

Drink, drink this wine which gives eternal life; drink,
for it is the source of youthful joy; it burns like fire,
but, like life's essence, drives away your care. Then
drink!
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by Omar Khayyam

Can alien Pharisees Thy kindness tell,

Can alien Pharisees Thy kindness tell,
Like us, Thy intimates, who nigh Thee dwell?
Thou say'st, «All sinners will I burn with fire.»
Say that to strangers, we know Thee too well.


by Omar Khayyam

Skies like a zone our weary lives enclose,

Skies like a zone our weary lives enclose,
And from our tear-stained eyes a Jihun flows;
Hell is a fire enkindled of our griefs;
Heaven but a moment's peace, stolen from our woes.


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