Lord of
Lord of
again ashes blade fire glitter gold light lost reached roots shadow shall strong wander
All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old who are strong do not whitherDeep roots are not reached by the frostFrom the ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadow will springRenewed be the blade that was brokenThe crownless again shall be king.
altered aspect brim changes cup fire mind near soul steal vigor
Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him in soul and aspect as in age: Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim
life years fire
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
fire ashes
I am ashes where once I was fire...
dark flames fire
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
fire shining arms
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
phoenix fire glory
Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.
truth names fire
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
fire poetry forgiving
I am grown old, and have possibly lost a great deal of that fire, which formerly made me love fire in others at any rate, and however attended with smoke: but now I must have all sense, and cannot, for the sake of five righteous lines, forgive a thousand absurd ones.
love kissing fire
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
fire clouds west
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
heart fire light
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
fire-within sin save-me
I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
decide given none ring time wish
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.