COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. v.


=Fighting.=

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
709
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

He who fights and runs away,
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
710
GOLDSMITH: _Art of Poetry._


=Fire.=

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,
Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
711
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 592.


=Firmament.=

Now glow'd the firmament