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Gapy
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:03 pm    Post subject: Looking fo a poem Reply with quote

Hi Maybe somebody can help me.

I have two poems i think mixed up in my head..

The first one starts with " Under the spreading chestnut tree, The village smithy stands"

The second one contains the sentence " And still they smiled and still the wonder grew, How one small head could hold all he knew"

Perhaps its the same poem...

Help please.

Gapy.
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bwhite2765
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 11:50 am    Post subject: Re: Looking fo a poem Reply with quote

Gapy wrote:
Hi Maybe somebody can help me.

I have two poems i think mixed up in my head..

The first one starts with " Under the spreading chestnut tree, The village smithy stands"

The second one contains the sentence " And still they smiled and still the wonder grew, How one small head could hold all he knew"

Perhaps its the same poem...

Help please.
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The Village Blacksmith

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.

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.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter’s voice
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend.
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Gapy.
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bwhite2765
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 11:55 am    Post subject: looking for a poem Reply with quote

second quote is The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith - line 215.
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