Frets on Fire

Hot sun...

Clear the line of fire.

O lambent flames

Back this train up!

Hotter than the fires of damnation.

Glowing as if on fire.

Stand back, or we'll fire!

It's much too warm for an open fire.

Why not? After all, I got stuck with a railway ticket.

Hotspot information was derived from fire temperature, fire intensity and burning area.

You roasted in the summer, there was no stove in winter.

He wasn't anxious to come. Here comes the train.

Mayor, what in the blazes are you doing?

Yes, Geneviève has been overdoing it somewhat lately.

Stand back on platform 4, through train coming.

What do you know about that? Stove's hotter than I thought.

One chilly bottle right in my hot little hand.

Making a forced detour around fire area.

I was born and raised in Boston myself, and I yield to no one in my passion for codfish. I hate codfish.

And yet, in the world, there are so many people who still heat the water on fire, and they cook their food on fire.

For ordinary men, it's a burning fiery furnace.

Under that ice she's burning like fire

Then, after some moments, you just go a little back, and then it starts burning.

The Martians are coming this way. We must evacuate.

Neither shady nor protecting against the blazing Fire.

Which neither gives shade, nor saves from the flame.

unshading against the blazing flame

Neither shading nor availing against the flame.

Neither shading, nor of any use against the fierce flame of the Fire.

Offering no shade, and unavailing against the flames.

which neither provides (cooling) shade nor protection against the flames

(Which yet is) no relief nor shelter from the flame.

neither shady nor of any avail against the flames.

wherein there is neither shade, nor freeing from the blazing flames

But having no cool shade and availing not against the flame.

which neither gives shade nor protects one from the flames.

Neither having the coolness of the shade nor availing against the flame.

affording neither shade, nor protection from the flames,

(Which yields) no shade of coolness, and is of no use against the fierce Blaze.

One minute you're a howling banshee, the next, you're cold potatoes.

Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.

The TPA will measure the local Martian thermal (cold, or lowest energy) plasma density, drift velocity and temperature.

Everybody says Berlin's the hottest spot... in the world right now.

And the fire that burned in me on day three through six of chemo is the fire that is burning in the forests of the world.