 King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red! Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array...  Blackwood's Magazine - Page 2821832Full view - About this book
 | Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1876 - 848 pages
...said, "Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order! let foot and hand keep time ; n high ; But we 're slaves and we 're orphans, Owen ! — why did you die burden be, The anchor is the anvil-king, and royal craftsmen we 1 Strike in, strike in ! — the sparks... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland - History - 1872 - 718 pages
...said, " Fear nothing — here am T ! " Swing in your strokes in order ! let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's...But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil-king, and royal craftsmen we ! Strike in, strike in ! — the sparks... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1880 - 1106 pages
...said, " Fear nothing, — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; my bosom preys Is like to some volcanic isle ; you sling your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - English poetry - 1888 - 790 pages
...he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time: Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and .let the burthen Ьз, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal... | |
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