Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LITTLE BLACKSMITH, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We heard his hammer all day long Last Line: He came to the gate to sing. Subject(s): Blacksmiths | ||||||||
WE heard his hammer all day long On the anvil ring and ring, But he always came when the sun went down To sit on the gate and sing. His little hands so hard and brown Crossed idly on his knee, And straw hat lopping over cheeks As red as they could be; His blue and faded jacket trimmed With signs of work, -- his feet All bare and fair upon the grass, He made a picture sweet. For still his shoes, with iron shod, On the smithy-wall he hung; As forth he came when the sun went down, And sat on the gate and sung. The whistling rustic tending cows, Would keep in pastures near, And half the busy villagers Lean from their doors to hear. And from the time the bluebirds came And made the hedges bright, Until the stubble yellow grew, He never missed a night. The hammer's stroke on the anvil filled His heart with a happy ring, And that was why, when the sun went down, He came to the gate to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS A VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by GEORGE DARLEY CYCLOPS' SONG by THOMAS DEKKER BORGER JORIS'S HAMMER by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE HOUSE OF BLAZES by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE BLACKSMITH OF LIMERICK by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE THE BLACKSMITH OF SIPPICAN by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY THE GRETNA GREEN BLACKSMITH by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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