And that—her small cold fire.
Indeed, the very child [query, chill’d] who’d been
One winter’s evening by her grate
Would learn the difference between
A great fire and a fire-grate.
A new Fire Escape.
The house was on fire; Zeno, circled in flame,
In vain called for aid,—sure no case e’er was sadder;
He escaped. Tell me how? Why, Antimachus came
And lent him the use of his nose for a ladder.