Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Samuel Ferguson - John Milton -
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. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Village Blacksmith, 1839
Come, see the Dolphin’s anchor forged; ’tis at a white heat now:
The billows ceased, the flames decreased; though on the forge’s brow
The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound;
And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round,
All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare;
Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there. Samuel Ferguson, The Forging of the Anchor
In other part stood one who, at the forge
Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass
Had melted. John Milton, Paradise Lost XI:564