Excerpt from Homer in Chios: An Epopee
Till it breathed and would move of itself to a corner and stand there, Till it spoke, and speaking would point up beyond to Immortals.
Bare to the waist and shaggy the breast of the big-boned Chalcon, As it heaved with an earthquake of joy in the shock of creation; Thick were the thews of his arm and balled at each blow till his shoulder, At the turn of his wrist great chords swelled out on his fore-arm, One huge hand clasped the grip of the tongs in its broad bony knuckles, Th'other'clutched hold of the sledge and whirled it around by the handle; Shutting his jaws like a lion, and grating his teeth in his fury, Whirled he the ponderous sledge to hit in the heat of the iron; While the veins underneath would heave up the grime on his forehead, Smote he the might of the metal with all the grit of a Titan; Working mid ﬂashes of ﬂame that leaped out the belly of darkness, Smote he and sang he a song in response to the song of his hammer.
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