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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYCLOPS' SONG, by THOMAS DEKKER First Line: Brave iron! Brave hammer! From your sound Last Line: Else she scratches all our faces. Subject(s): Blacksmiths | |||
BRAVE iron, brave hammer, from your sound The art of music has her ground; On the anvil thou keep'st time, Thy knick-a-knock is a smith's best chime. Yet thwick-a-thwack, thwick, thwack-a-thwack, thwack, Make our brawny sinews crack: Then pit-a-pat, pat, pit-a-pat, pat, Till thickest bars be beaten flat. We shoe the horses of the sun, Harness the dragons of the moon; Forge Cupid's quiver, bow, and arrows, And our dame's coach that's drawn with sparrows. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. Jove's roaring cannons and his rammers We beat out with our Lemnian hammers; Mars his gauntlet, helm and spear, And Gorgon shield are all made here. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. The grate which, shut, the day outbars, Those golden studs which nail the stars, The globe's case and the axle-tree, Who can hammer these but we? Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. A warming-pan to heat earth's bed, Lying i' th' frozen zone half-dead; Hob-nails to serve the man i' th' moon, And sparrowbills to clout Pan's shoon, Whose work but ours? Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. Venus' kettles, pots and pans We make, or else she brawls and bans; Tongs, shovels, andirons have their places, Else she scratches all our faces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS THE LITTLE BLACKSMITH by ALICE CARY A VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by GEORGE DARLEY BORGER JORIS'S HAMMER by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE HOUSE OF BLAZES by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE BLACKSMITH OF LIMERICK by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE |
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