The Village Blacksmith Comments

As soon as go through the poem become nostalgic and ruminate the boyhood past.

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this story actually is great reminding his wife to him was a sad momement but listing his own daughter sing was a great thing. i really like this poem he is a true man. which have only three things is life toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing.

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I loved it! My son wants to be a blacksmith just like him.

Not toing, Its toiling

Not Toiing It should be toiling

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I love this poem because my mom quoted it all the time. She is long gone, died in 1972. I wanted to read it several times to be able to hear her voice in my head once again.

When describing the Blacksmiths reaction to hearing his daughters voice, did the poet say “ it sounds to him like his mother’s voice” or “ her mother’s voice”?

I like this poem, we studied it in school

Superb................Singing in the choir, And it makes his heart rejoice.

This is not only a great portrayal of a village blacksmith but has a message for us to imbibe to enrich our lives at all levels- personal as well as social. Great poem from a favourite poet: Thus at the flaming forge of life / Our fortunes must be wrought / Thus on its sounding anvil shaped / Each burning deed and thought.

This is the ideal common man as much today as it was in Longfellow's day. Independent, hard working, religious, warm-hearted. A country can never have too many of these men.

Very much interesting the poem which gives the minute points of smithy works and feeling of the gentleman who works as village smith.

A master piece of a poem depicting values linked with eternity. The melody of the meaningful and thought provoking poem is superb. Enjoyed the melody as well as spiritual touch to the poem given by the master spirit. Thanks for sharing.

Loved stumbling over this poem on PH today.. just a few weeks ago an uncle..octogenarian whom we met in Chennai rolled out this poem from memory, he said he had learnt it in school many many decades ago 'The smith, a might man is he, With large and sinewy hands; and he compared the sinewy word mentioned here with the one I had used in my poem A Father's Grief.. what an amazing memory and what a lovely poem to remember for decades.. thanks for sharing.

I memorized this poem in the 6th grade...such strong lines and such great meter and, well, very inspiring.