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The Village Blacksmith - Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands, And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
May 13, 2011 · Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem "The Village Blacksmith" is a tribute to the hardworking blacksmith who, despite his humble station in life, is an essential part of the community. The poem paints an idealized picture of the blacksmith, who is seen as a heroic and respected figure. The poem begins with a description of the blacksmith's shop ...
The Village Blacksmith. " The Village Blacksmith " is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, first published in 1840. The poem describes a local blacksmith and his daily life. The blacksmith serves as a role model who balances his job with the role he plays with his family and community. Years after its publication, a tree mentioned in the poem ...
Whilst researching family history I noticed that "The Village Blacksmith" was written whilst Longfellow was staying at "The Dun Cow" in Dunchurch, Warwickshire, England. Over 40 coaches a day stopped there to take on fresh horses. "The Old Forge" still stands, on Rugby Road - it is a wonderful Medieval house and is the oldest in the village.
The Poem. PDF Cite. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Village Blacksmith” emphasizes how the life and work of a common working man can provide an example of persistence and accomplishment in ...
The village blacksmith wasn't the only one hard at work at his forge in January in an earlier century. January was the best time of year for the early American farmer to get blacksmithing work done in his own forge barn.
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The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
