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The Lay of Leithian (§I)

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Volume: The Lays of Beleriand
Chapter: The Lay of Leithian (Canto I: Of Thingol)
Pages: 154–157
Paragraph count: 100
Token count: 630

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The GEST of
I
⸤¶A king there
⸤¶ere Men yet
⸤¶his power was
⸤¶his hand was
⸤¶His shields were
⸤¶his lances keen
⸤¶of silver grey
⸤¶the starlight in
⸤¶and silver thrilled
⸤¶beneath the stars
⸤¶enchantment did his
⸤¶where might and
⸤¶he wielded from
⸤¶in many-pillared halls
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⸤¶There beryl, pearl,
⸤¶and metal wrought
⸤¶buckler and corslet,
⸤¶and gleaming spears
⸤¶all these he
⸤¶than a maiden
⸤¶for fairer than
⸤¶a daughter had
⸤¶Such lissom limbs
⸤¶on the green
⸤¶so fair a
⸤¶from dawn to
⸤¶Her robe was
⸤¶but grey as
⸤¶’twas sewn with
⸤¶but dark as
⸤¶Her feet were
⸤¶her laughter lighter
⸤¶the slender willow,
⸤¶the fragrance of
⸤¶the light upon
⸤¶the voice of
⸤¶her beauty was
⸤¶her glory and
⸤¶and her the
⸤¶than hand or
⸤¶They dwelt amid
⸤¶while Elfin power
⸤¶in the woven
⸤¶few ever thither
⸤¶few ever dared
⸤¶to pass, or
⸤¶with tongue of
⸤¶with horse, or
⸤¶To North there
⸤¶whence only evil
⸤¶o’er hills of
⸤¶or Taur-na-Fuin’s haunted
⸤¶where Deadly Nightshade
⸤¶and never came
⸤¶to South the
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⸤¶to West the
⸤¶unsailed and shoreless,
⸤¶to East in
⸤¶in silence folded,
⸤¶the mountains of
⸤¶beyond the tangled
⸤¶thorn and thicket,
⸤¶whose brooding boughs
⸤¶were ancient when
⸤¶There Thingol in
⸤¶whose portals pale
⸤¶Esgalduin that fairies
⸤¶in many a
⸤¶a dark and
⸤¶lord of the
⸤¶and sharp his
⸤¶the king of
⸤¶There Lúthien the
⸤¶would dance in
⸤¶and music merrily,
⸤¶went down the
⸤¶of mortal Men
⸤¶and fairer than
⸤¶When leaves were
⸤¶then Dairon with
⸤¶as daylight melted
⸤¶a wandering music
⸤¶enchanted fluting, warbling
⸤¶for love of
⸤¶There bow was
⸤¶the fallow deer
⸤¶and horses proud
⸤¶with shining bit
⸤¶went fleeting by
⸤¶as swallows arrow-swift
⸤¶a blowing and
⸤¶a hidden hunt
⸤¶There songs were
⸤¶and silver cups
⸤¶and the endless
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⸤¶rolled over far
⸤¶until a day
⸤¶when many marvels