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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets.
Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, which was then a part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854, to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington. His first wife Mary Potter died in 1835, after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in 1861, after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in 1882.
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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 was cut down and part of it was made into an armchair which was then presented to Longfellow by local schoolchildren.
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The poem is about a local blacksmith. Noted as being strong, he works by the sweat of his brow and does not owe anyone anything. Children coming home from school stop to stare at him as he works, impressed by the roaring bellows and burning sparks. On Sundays, the blacksmith, a single father after the death of his wife, takes his children to church, where his daughter sings in the choir. He goes through his life following the daily tasks assigned to him and has earned his sleep at night. The narrator concludes by thanking the blacksmith for the lessons he can teach.
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The Village Blacksmith (1917 film)
The Village Blacksmith is a 1917 British silent drama film directed by Arthur Rooke and A.E. Coleby and starring Rooke, Coleby and Janet Alexander. It is based on the poem The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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The Village Blacksmith (film)
The Village Blacksmith is a 1922 American drama film directed by John Ford and produced and distributed by Fox Film Corporation. One of the eight reels survives at the UCLA Film and Television Archive, and therefore the film is considered to be lost. It was adapted from the poem of the same name by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow
We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem written by Henry W. Longfellow. (This poem is public domain). The Village Blacksmith poem has long been an inspiration to many. We hope that we are able to do justice to the village smithy poem. Of the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems, this is one of our favorite. Do you have favorite Henry Longfellow poems? We are glad that you stopped by to watch the Longfellow blacksmith poem video. If you are interested in blacksmithing, stick around on our channel! _______________________________________________________________________ Want to SUPPORT what we do here at Christ Centered Ironworks Blacksmith Channel? Visit my channel: https://www.youtube.com/christcenteredironworks Stop by my website: http://www...
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"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 ...
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The Village Blacksmith
A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by The Poetry Man
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The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Under a Spreading Chestnut Tree
The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee. Famous poem illustrating a life of humble and obscure service that perhaps earns more treasure in Heaven than on Earth. We may envy or even admire those in this life who profit at the expense of others and grow wealthy as a result, but we all reap what we sow along our eternal journey, and so our attitude towards those who out of ignorance exploit humanity for their own benefit should be one of loving compassion rather than resentment or hatred. 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, a...
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The Village Blacksmith
The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris. Images are my own, or I have permission to use, and the drawings/painting were done this year as part of a series I am currently working on regarding my family roots. Alan Morris is a trained actor and professional in voice over. Jens Jørgen Olesen is a working artist and blacksmith in the Thisted Kommune of Thy. I am grateful for the time I was gifted at the Doverodde Kømandsgård in Thy, Denmark. This is where the Lodahl family took the name of the farm in Hurup and where my great grandfather left to come to Dagmar, Montana in the early 1900's. This poem was recited by my Farmor during her life as a young woman and until she passed at the age of 99. Tak Farmor, jeg elsker dig.
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"The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Village Blacksmith poem Henry
http://www.manantialdivino.com/ 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 watch the ...
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Minecraft Trial Chamber, Zombie Plains Village, Shipwreck And Ruined Portal Seed
#minecraftseeds#minecraftplainsvillageseed#minecrafttrialchamberseed#minecraftshipwreckseed#minecraftruinedportalseed#minecraftjunglebiomeseed#minecraftzombievillageseed#minecraftseedshipwreck#minecraftblacksmithseed Thanks for watching 😔 00:04 SEED 00:47 Spawn Point 01:18 Trial Chamber 01:47 Ruined Portal 02:03 Zombie Plains Village 02:10 Jungle Biome 02:26 Shipwreck 03:14 Plains Village With Blacksmith
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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
Released November 3, 1933. With Farmer Al Falfa.
published: 23 Jan 2015
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The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow
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We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem written by Henry W. Longfellow. (This poem is public domain).
The Village ...
We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem written by Henry W. Longfellow. (This poem is public domain).
The Village Blacksmith poem has long been an inspiration to many. We hope that we are able to do justice to the village smithy poem. Of the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems, this is one of our favorite.
Do you have favorite Henry Longfellow poems?
We are glad that you stopped by to watch the Longfellow blacksmith poem video. If you are interested in blacksmithing, stick around on our channel!
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We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem written by Henry W. Longfellow. (This poem is public domain).
The Village Blacksmith poem has long been an inspiration to many. We hope that we are able to do justice to the village smithy poem. Of the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems, this is one of our favorite.
Do you have favorite Henry Longfellow poems?
We are glad that you stopped by to watch the Longfellow blacksmith poem video. If you are interested in blacksmithing, stick around on our channel!
_______________________________________________________________________
Want to SUPPORT what we do here at Christ Centered Ironworks Blacksmith Channel?
Visit my channel: https://www.youtube.com/christcenteredironworks
Stop by my website: http://www.blacksmithpdfs.com
Get some merch: http://www.teespring.com/stores/christ-centered-ironworks
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"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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 st...
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.
"The Village Blacksmith" was first published in 1840.
This blacksmith is a role model since he balances his honest job with the role he plays with his family and wider community.
"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith_Poem_By_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow
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.
"The Village Blacksmith" was first published in 1840.
This blacksmith is a role model since he balances his honest job with the role he plays with his family and wider community.
"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- published: 12 Jun 2019
- views: 11171
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The Village Blacksmith
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A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Read by The Poetry Man
A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Read by The Poetry Man
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith
A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Read by The Poetry Man
- published: 29 Mar 2021
- views: 3770
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The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Under a Spreading Chestnut Tree
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- Duration: 2:58
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The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee.
Famous poem illustrating a life of humble and obscure service that perh...
The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee.
Famous poem illustrating a life of humble and obscure service that perhaps earns more treasure in Heaven than on Earth.
We may envy or even admire those in this life who profit at the expense of others and grow wealthy as a result, but we all reap what we sow along our eternal journey, and so our attitude towards those who out of ignorance exploit humanity for their own benefit should be one of loving compassion rather than resentment or hatred.
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 it’s sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith_By_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow_Under_A_Spreading_Chestnut_Tree
The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee.
Famous poem illustrating a life of humble and obscure service that perhaps earns more treasure in Heaven than on Earth.
We may envy or even admire those in this life who profit at the expense of others and grow wealthy as a result, but we all reap what we sow along our eternal journey, and so our attitude towards those who out of ignorance exploit humanity for their own benefit should be one of loving compassion rather than resentment or hatred.
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 it’s sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- published: 12 Oct 2022
- views: 977
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The Village Blacksmith
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The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris. Images are my own, or I have permission to use, and the drawings/pai...
The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris. Images are my own, or I have permission to use, and the drawings/painting were done this year as part of a series I am currently working on regarding my family roots. Alan Morris is a trained actor and professional in voice over. Jens Jørgen Olesen is a working artist and blacksmith in the Thisted Kommune of Thy. I am grateful for the time I was gifted at the Doverodde Kømandsgård in Thy, Denmark. This is where the Lodahl family took the name of the farm in Hurup and where my great grandfather left to come to Dagmar, Montana in the early 1900's. This poem was recited by my Farmor during her life as a young woman and until she passed at the age of 99. Tak Farmor, jeg elsker dig.
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith
The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris. Images are my own, or I have permission to use, and the drawings/painting were done this year as part of a series I am currently working on regarding my family roots. Alan Morris is a trained actor and professional in voice over. Jens Jørgen Olesen is a working artist and blacksmith in the Thisted Kommune of Thy. I am grateful for the time I was gifted at the Doverodde Kømandsgård in Thy, Denmark. This is where the Lodahl family took the name of the farm in Hurup and where my great grandfather left to come to Dagmar, Montana in the early 1900's. This poem was recited by my Farmor during her life as a young woman and until she passed at the age of 99. Tak Farmor, jeg elsker dig.
- published: 17 Jun 2015
- views: 44822
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"The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Village Blacksmith poem Henry
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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...
http://www.manantialdivino.com/
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 watch 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!
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith_Poem_Henry
http://www.manantialdivino.com/
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 watch 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!
- published: 16 Jun 2010
- views: 55843
3:29
Minecraft Trial Chamber, Zombie Plains Village, Shipwreck And Ruined Portal Seed
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#minecraftseeds#minecraftplainsvillageseed#minecrafttrialchamberseed#minecraftshipwreckseed#minecraftruinedportalseed#minecraftjunglebiomeseed#minecraftzombievi...
#minecraftseeds#minecraftplainsvillageseed#minecrafttrialchamberseed#minecraftshipwreckseed#minecraftruinedportalseed#minecraftjunglebiomeseed#minecraftzombievillageseed#minecraftseedshipwreck#minecraftblacksmithseed
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00:04 SEED
00:47 Spawn Point
01:18 Trial Chamber
01:47 Ruined Portal
02:03 Zombie Plains Village
02:10 Jungle Biome
02:26 Shipwreck
03:14 Plains Village With Blacksmith
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#minecraftseeds#minecraftplainsvillageseed#minecrafttrialchamberseed#minecraftshipwreckseed#minecraftruinedportalseed#minecraftjunglebiomeseed#minecraftzombievillageseed#minecraftseedshipwreck#minecraftblacksmithseed
Thanks for watching 😔
00:04 SEED
00:47 Spawn Point
01:18 Trial Chamber
01:47 Ruined Portal
02:03 Zombie Plains Village
02:10 Jungle Biome
02:26 Shipwreck
03:14 Plains Village With Blacksmith
- published: 02 Sep 2024
- views: 609
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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
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- Duration: 4:57
- Uploaded Date: 23 Jan 2015
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Released November 3, 1933. With Farmer Al Falfa.
Released November 3, 1933. With Farmer Al Falfa.
https://wn.com/The_Village_Blacksmith
Released November 3, 1933. With Farmer Al Falfa.
- published: 23 Jan 2015
- views: 10442
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The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow
We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem writte...
published: 09 Dec 2019
The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow
The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow
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- published: 09 Dec 2019
- views: 32125
We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an accompaniment to the poem written by Henry W. Longfellow. (This poem is public domain).
The Village Blacksmith poem has long been an inspiration to many. We hope that we are able to do justice to the village smithy poem. Of the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems, this is one of our favorite.
Do you have favorite Henry Longfellow poems?
We are glad that you stopped by to watch the Longfellow blacksmith poem video. If you are interested in blacksmithing, stick around on our channel!
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#STD-7TH #ENGLISH #UNIT6 #SECTION-4 #THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
published: 03 Jan 2021
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"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
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published: 12 Jun 2019
"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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.
"The Village Blacksmith" was first published in 1840.
This blacksmith is a role model since he balances his honest job with the role he plays with his family and wider community.
"The Village Blacksmith" poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Village Blacksmith
A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Read by The Poetry M...
published: 29 Mar 2021
The Village Blacksmith
The Village Blacksmith
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A reading of "The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Read by The Poetry Man
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The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Under a Spreading Chestnut Tree
The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee.
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published: 12 Oct 2022
The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Under a Spreading Chestnut Tree
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The cover image is from Longfellow Pictures by the 19th Century artist Herbert Dicksee.
Famous poem illustrating a life of humble and obscure service that perhaps earns more treasure in Heaven than on Earth.
We may envy or even admire those in this life who profit at the expense of others and grow wealthy as a result, but we all reap what we sow along our eternal journey, and so our attitude towards those who out of ignorance exploit humanity for their own benefit should be one of loving compassion rather than resentment or hatred.
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 it’s sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Village Blacksmith
The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris....
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The Village Blacksmith, a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, read by Alan Morris. Images are my own, or I have permission to use, and the drawings/painting were done this year as part of a series I am currently working on regarding my family roots. Alan Morris is a trained actor and professional in voice over. Jens Jørgen Olesen is a working artist and blacksmith in the Thisted Kommune of Thy. I am grateful for the time I was gifted at the Doverodde Kømandsgård in Thy, Denmark. This is where the Lodahl family took the name of the farm in Hurup and where my great grandfather left to come to Dagmar, Montana in the early 1900's. This poem was recited by my Farmor during her life as a young woman and until she passed at the age of 99. Tak Farmor, jeg elsker dig.
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"The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
published: 06 Jan 2012
"The Village Blacksmith" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Village Blacksmith poem Henry
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UNDER a spreading chestnut tree
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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 watch 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!
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Minecraft Trial Chamber, Zombie Plains Village, Shipwreck And Ruined Portal Seed
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published: 02 Sep 2024
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00:04 SEED
00:47 Spawn Point
01:18 Trial Chamber
01:47 Ruined Portal
02:03 Zombie Plains Village
02:10 Jungle Biome
02:26 Shipwreck
03:14 Plains Village With Blacksmith
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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
Released November 3, 1933. With Farmer Al Falfa.
published: 23 Jan 2015
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets.
Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, which was then a part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854, to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington. His first wife Mary Potter died in 1835, after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in 1861, after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in 1882.
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You both from To-ah-ee
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I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven
rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat
givin a green the shine infra-red beam
at the stret traffic light recorders
Takin pictures of our corners
Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
with plastic phasers in rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vein!
Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came
to Earth, feet first
I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum
No questionin to the session, I walk with gun
The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the bolistics
on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
Scrape the craters of the brain for data
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beginnin take shape and form
when the gods get on it and crash your college dorm
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Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bum only has one time to explode
When I break I'm takin everything,
turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
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Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume,
who gave the order to bust 'em?
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comin back, to attack in black fatigue
Wu-Tang and Junior Reid
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The pussy 'nit find it
Travel w'on, raise your wine
That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood
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Fathers fighting sons
Sisters hating sisters
Rappers getting murdered, every day
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