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" tis at a white heat now: The bellows 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... "
Blackwood's Magazine - Pagina 281
1832
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Advanced Readings and Recitations

Austin Barclay Fletcher - 1881 - 450 pagina’s
...rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle-chains, the black mound heaves below, And red and deep a hundred...roars, rends all outright — O Vulcan, what a glow ! 'Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright ; the high sun shines not so ; The high sun sees not, on...
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The Fireside Encyclopaedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most ...

Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1002 pagina’s
...flames still fitfully play through the sable mound, And fitfully you still may see the grim All clad in stormy land, tackle-chains, — the black mould heaves below, And red and deep, a hundred veins burst out at every...
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Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American Poetry

Epes Sargent - 1882 - 958 pagina’s
...fitfully play through the sable mound; And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All aud deep a hundred veins bnrst out at every throe; It rises, roars, remis all outright. — О Vulcan,...
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The Forging of the Anchor: A Poem

Samuel Ferguson - 1883 - 48 pagina’s
...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...roars, rends all outright — O Vulcan, what a glow ! 'Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright — the high sun shines not so ! The high sun sees not,...
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The forging of the anchor, a poem

Sir Samuel Ferguson - 1883 - 46 pagina’s
...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...every throe : It rises, roars, rends all outright — О Vulcan, what a glow ! Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright — the high sun shines not so...
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The Forging of the Anchor: A Poem

Samuel Ferguson - 1883 - 48 pagina’s
...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...every throe : It rises, roars, rends all outright — О Vulcan, what a glow ! 'Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright — the high sun shines not...
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SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES

1883
...rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle-chains, the black mound heaves below; And, red and deep, a...every throe : It rises, roars, rends all outright, — 0 the high sun shines not so! The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery, fearful show, —...
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Surf and Wave: The Sea as Sung by the Poets

Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 618 pagina’s
...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...work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle-chains ; the black mould heaves below ; And red and deep a hundred veins burst out at every...
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Black's Guide to Kent

1883 - 474 pagina’s
...powerful steam-hammer. " And fitfully yon still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare ; Some...upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there — As quivering through his fleece of flame, the sailing monster, slow Sinks on the anvil ; all about...
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Poems of Ireland. To which is added 'Lover's Metrical tales'.

Samuel Lover - 1884
...play thro' the sable mound, And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare —...work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle-chains, the black mound heaves below, And red and deep a hundred veins burst out at every throe...
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