Blacksmith

A blacksmith is a metalsmith who creates objects from wrought iron or steel by forging the metal, using tools to hammer, bend, and cut (cf. tinsmith).

I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool.

Sourced

• The smith and his penny both are black.
  • George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum (1651).

• In other part stood one who, at the forge
  Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass
  Had melted.
  • John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book XI, line 564.

• I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
  The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool.
  • William Shakespeare, King John (1598), Act IV, scene 2, line 193.
• "... a blast for the heavy work, / a quick breath for the light, all precisely gauged ..."
  • The Iliad (Cap XVIII)

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 71.

• Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought
  Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught
  Smiths (who before could only make
  The spade, the plough-share, and the rake)
  Arts, in most cruel wise
  Man's left to epitomize!
  • Abraham Cowley, In Commendation of the Time we live under, the Reign of our gracious King, Charles II.

• 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, Stanza 1.

• And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime;
  Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom
  In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Nuremberg, line 34.

• 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.

• As great Pythagoras of yore,
  Standing beside the blacksmith's door,
  And hearing the hammers, as they smote
  The anvils with a different note,
  Stole from the varying tones, that hung
  Vibrant on every iron tongue,
  The secret of the sounding wire,
  And formed the seven-chorded lyre.
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To a Child, line 175.

• And he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!"
  And the red sparks lit the air;
  Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made;
  And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
  • Charles Mackay, Tubal Cain, Stanza 4.

• The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat,
  The hardest yron soone doth mollify,
  That with his heavy sledge he can it beat,
  And fashion it to what he it list apply.
  • Edmund Spenser, Sonnet XXXII.