<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409447" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fire. (Sonnet II.)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not without fire can any workman mould<br>The iron to his preconceived design,<br>Nor can the artist without fire refine<br>And purify from all its dross the gold;<br>Nor can revive the phoenix, we are told,<br>Except by fire. Hence if such death be mine<br>I hope to rise again with the divine,<br>Whom death augments, and time cannot make old.<br>O sweet, sweet death! O fortunate fire that burns<br>Within me still to renovate my days,<br>Though I am almost numbered with the dead!<br>If by its nature unto heaven returns<br>This element, me, kindled in its blaze,<br>Will it bear upward when my life is fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409447" data-title="Fire. (Sonnet II.) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Not without fire can any workman mould The iron to his preconceived design, Nor can the artist without fire refine And purify from all its dross the gold; Nor can revive the phoenix, we are told, Except by fire. Hence if such death be mine I hope ..."></div> </div> </div>

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