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Fire And Ice - Poem by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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Fire Poems
  1. 1. Fire And Ice
    Robert Frost
  2. 2. A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, O..
    Dylan Thomas
  3. 3. Ice And Fire
    Edmund Spenser
  4. 4. A City's Death By Fire
    Derek Walcott
  5. 5. As Kingfishers Catch Fire
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  6. 6. A Fire-Truck
    Richard Wilbur
  7. 7. By The Fire-Side
    Robert Browning
  8. 8. Fire On The Hills
    Robinson Jeffers
  9. 9. A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On ..
    Frank O'Hara
  10. 10. Ballad By The Fire
    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  11. 11. I Have A Fire For You In My Mouth
    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  12. 12. Armies In The Fire
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  13. 13. Fire-Flowers
    Emily Pauline Johnson
  14. 14. The Night-Fire
    Claude McKay
  15. 15. Fire In The Heavens
    Christopher John Brennan
  16. 16. Fire Pages
    Carl Sandburg
  17. 17. Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
    Sara Teasdale
  18. 18. An Olive Fire
    Robert William Service
  19. 19. By An Autumn Fire
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  20. 20. The Fire At Ross's Farm
    Henry Lawson
  21. 21. Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air And..
    William Shakespeare
  22. 22. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. Fire-Fly City
    Henry Van Dyke
  24. 24. ' ' ' ' ' Fire Set On Fire!
    Dónall Dempsey
  25. 25. 'Fire And Sleet And Candlelight'
    Elinor Morton Wylie
  26. 26. 08. Fire And Ice
    john tiong chunghoo
  27. 27. You Cannot Put A Fire Out
    Emily Dickinson
  28. 28. Fire
    Dorothea Mackeller
  29. 29. A Gallop Of Fire
    Marie E J Pitt
  30. 30. Light Your Fire On Us
    Mary Wismer
  31. 31. To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire
    William Butler Yeats
  32. 32. Fire, Fire, Fire!
    Noel Horlanda
  33. 33. The Disastrous Fire At Scarborough
    William Topaz McGonagall
  34. 34. The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's
    Thomas Hardy
  35. 35. "The Quite Fire&Quot;
    Margot Lindsey
  36. 36. Yea, The Roses Are Still On Fire
    Mathilde Blind
  37. 37. Fire
    Sandra Osborne
  38. 38. Eyes Of Fire And Heart Of Stone
    Mary Nagy
  39. 39. The Boy With Fire In His Eyes
    Daniel Nairn
  40. 40. There Was A Man Who Lived A Life Of Fire
    Stephen Crane
  41. 41. The Fire
    Bekie Carroll
  42. 42. Upon Fire
    John Bunyan
  43. 43. The Fire That Filled My Heart Of Old
    James Thomson
  44. 44. Ball Of Fire
    Ernestine Northover
  45. 45. On Chloris Standing By The Fire
    William Strode
  46. 46. The Fire Of Drift-Wood
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  47. 47. Fire & Love
    Patricia Gale
  48. 48. Fire, Fire Everywhere
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  49. 49. Fire And Ice
    David Hagberg
  50. 50. Love Is A Friendship That Has Caught Fire
    Caron Farnham

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Fire Poems

  1. As Kingfishers Catch Fire

    As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying What I do is me: for that I came. I say more: the just man justices; Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is -- Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces.

  2. A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

    Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness And I must enter again the round Zion of the water bead And the synagogue of the ear of corn Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound Or sow my salt seed In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn The majesty and burning of the child's death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath With any further Elegy of innocence and youth. Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter, Robed in the long friends, The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother, Secret by the unmourning water Of the riding Thames. After the first death, there is no other.

  3. Ice And Fire

    My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congeal'd with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

  4. A City's Death By Fire

    After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky, I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire; Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire. All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales, Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar; Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire. By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails? In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths; To a boy who walked all day, each leaf was a green breath Rebuilding a love I thought was dead as nails, Blessing the death and the baptism by fire.

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