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Volume:
The Lays of Beleriand
Chapter:
The Lay of Leithian (Canto XI: The disguising of Beren and Lúthien and the journey to Angband)
Pages: 275–282
Paragraph count:
294
Token count:
1,876
Citation Index
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XI …
⸤¶Once wide and …
⸤¶where King Fingolfin …
⸤¶his silver armies …
⸤¶his horses white, …
⸤¶his helmets tall …
⸤¶his shields were …
⸤¶There trumpets sang …
⸤¶and challenge rang …
⸤¶that lay on …
⸤¶while Morgoth waited …
⸤¶Rivers of fire …
⸤¶in winter lying …
⸤¶upon the plain …
⸤¶the red was …
⸤¶From Hithlum’s walls …
⸤¶the steam and …
⸤¶leap up, till …
⸤¶the stars were …
⸤¶the mighty field, …
⸤¶to drifting sand …
⸤¶to thirsty dunes …
⸤¶lay broken among …
⸤¶Dor-na-Fauglith, Land of …
⸤¶they after named …
⸤¶the raven-haunted roofless …
⸤¶of many fair …
⸤¶Thereon the stony …
⸤¶from Deadly Nightshade …
⸤¶from sombre pines …
⸤¶black-plumed and drear, …
⸤¶of sable-shrouded ships …
⸤¶slow wafted on …
⸤¶Thence Beren grim …
⸤¶across the dunes …
⸤¶and sees afar …
⸤¶where thunderous Thangorodrim …
⸤¶The hungry horse …
⸤¶proud Gnomish steed; …
⸤¶upon the haunted …
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⸤¶no horse would …
⸤¶‘Good steed of …
⸤¶‘farewell now here! …
⸤¶and get thee …
⸤¶back as we …
⸤¶where Thû once …
⸤¶and grasses long …
⸤¶And if Curufin …
⸤¶grieve not! but …
⸤¶go wander, leaving …
⸤¶and dream thee …
⸤¶whence came of …
⸤¶from Tavros’ mountain-fencéd …
⸤¶There still sat …
⸤¶and loud his …
⸤¶Though Orc should …
⸤¶or any of …
⸤¶within the shade …
⸤¶of Taur-na-Fuin, nought …
⸤¶who now took …
⸤¶grim-hearted, bitter, fierce …
⸤¶‘Farewell now here, …
⸤¶your music in …
⸤¶Farewell now blade …
⸤¶that see the …
⸤¶ye waters murmuring …
⸤¶and meres that …
⸤¶Farewell now mountain, …
⸤¶Farewell now wind …
⸤¶and mist and …
⸤¶ye star and …
⸤¶that still shall …
⸤¶on the wide …
⸤¶though Beren die …
⸤¶deep, whence comes …
⸤¶no dreadful echo, …
⸤¶in everlasting dark …
⸤¶‘Farewell sweet earth …
⸤¶for ever blest, …
⸤¶and here with …
⸤¶beneath the moon, …
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⸤¶Lúthien Tinúviel¶⸥⸤⸥ …
⸤¶more fair than …
⸤¶Though all to …
⸤¶and were dissolved …
⸤¶unmade into the …
⸤¶yet were its …
⸤¶the dawn, the …
⸤¶that Lúthien on …
⸤¶His blade he …
⸤¶and challenging alone …
⸤¶before the threat …
⸤¶and dauntless cursed …
⸤¶o’ershadowing hand and …
⸤¶beginning, end, and …
⸤¶then turned to …
⸤¶abandoning fear, forsaking …
⸤¶‘A, Beren, Beren!’ …
⸤¶‘almost too late …
⸤¶O proud and …
⸤¶not yet farewell, …
⸤¶Not thus do …
⸤¶forsake the love …
⸤¶A love is …
⸤¶as thine, to …
⸤¶of death with …
⸤¶that yet endures, …
⸤¶nor yield, unvanquished …
⸤¶beneath the foundations …
⸤¶Beloved fool! escape …
⸤¶from such pursuit; …
⸤¶to trust not, …
⸤¶from love thy …
⸤¶and torment sooner …
⸤¶of kind intent …
⸤¶wingless and helpless …
⸤¶for whose support …
⸤¶Thus back to …
⸤¶they met beyond …
⸤¶upon the brink …
⸤¶between the desert …
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⸤¶He looked on …
⸤¶beneath his lips …
⸤¶‘Thrice now mine …
⸤¶‘that under shadow …
⸤¶But where is …
⸤¶to whom I …
⸤¶by love of …
⸤¶from deadly wandering …
⸤¶‘I know not! …
⸤¶is wiser, kinder …
⸤¶grim lord, more …
⸤¶Yet long and …
⸤¶until he brought …
⸤¶upon thy trail …
⸤¶would Huan make, …
⸤¶thou wouldst have …
⸤¶as Orc on …
⸤¶night after night …
⸤¶through waste and …
⸤¶thy singing clear …
⸤¶of Lúthien one …
⸤¶and listening evil …
⸤¶he set me …
⸤¶but what he …
⸤¶Ere long they …
⸤¶his great breath …
⸤¶in fear lest …
⸤¶to aid some …
⸤¶ere he was …
⸤¶before their feet, …
⸤¶two grisly shapes …
⸤¶from that tall …
⸤¶a wolfhame huge …
⸤¶was long and …
⸤¶that drenched the …
⸤¶the werewolf cloak …
⸤¶the other was …
⸤¶with mighty fingered …
⸤¶like iron nail …
⸤¶such wings as …
⸤¶against the moon, …
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⸤¶from Deadly Nightshade …
⸤¶Thû’s messengers.¶⸥⸤⸥ …
‘What hast thou …
⸤¶good Huan? What …
⸤¶Of trophy of …
⸤¶when Thû thou …
⸤¶here in the …
⸤¶and once more …
⸤¶his voice was …
⸤¶that ring in …
⸤¶‘Of one fair …
⸤¶Morgoth’s or Thingol’s, …
⸤¶thou must here …
⸤¶If vow to …
⸤¶then Lúthien must …
⸤¶alone, or death …
⸤¶beside thee, marching …
⸤¶that hidden before …
⸤¶Hopeless the quest, …
⸤¶unless thou, Beren, …
⸤¶in mortal raiment, …
⸤¶witless and redeless, …
⸤¶‘Lo! good was …
⸤¶but may be …
⸤¶of Huan ye …
⸤¶and swift a …
⸤¶to forms most …
⸤¶of werewolf of …
⸤¶of monstrous bat’s …
⸤¶with ghostly clawlike …
⸤¶‘To such dark …
⸤¶are ye I …
⸤¶Nor further with …
⸤¶whoever did a …
⸤¶in friendship at …
⸤¶to Angband’s grinning …
⸤¶Yet my heart …
⸤¶what there ye …
⸤¶myself to see, …
⸤¶my feet shall …
⸤¶Darkened is hope …
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⸤¶I see not …
⸤¶yet maybe backwards …
⸤¶beyond all hope …
⸤¶and thither, perchance, …
⸤¶and meet again …
⸤¶They stood and …
⸤¶his mighty tongue …
⸤¶then sudden he …
⸤¶even at the …
⸤¶His dreadful counsel …
⸤¶and their own …
⸤¶in werewolf fell …
⸤¶prepared to robe …
⸤¶With elvish magic …
⸤¶lest raiment foul …
⸤¶to dreadful madness …
⸤¶and there she …
⸤¶a strong defence, …
⸤¶singing until the …
⸤¶Swift as the …
⸤¶Beren lay slavering …
⸤¶redtongued and hungry; …
⸤¶a pain and …
⸤¶a look of …
⸤¶a batlike form …
⸤¶and drag its …
⸤¶Then howling under …
⸤¶fourfooted, swift, from …
⸤¶from hill to …
⸤¶a dark shape …
⸤¶and wheeling flitters …
⸤¶Ashes and dust …
⸤¶withered and dry …
⸤¶under the cold …
⸤¶sifting and sighing, …
⸤¶of blistered stones …
⸤¶of splintered bones …
⸤¶o’er which now …
⸤¶and hanging tongue …
⸤¶Many parching leagues …
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⸤¶when sickly day …
⸤¶many choking miles …
⸤¶when shivering night …
⸤¶with doubtful shadow …
⸤¶that hissed and …
⸤¶A second morning …
⸤¶struggled, when stumbling, …
⸤¶a wolvish shape …
⸤¶and reached the …
⸤¶upon its back …
⸤¶a crumpled thing …
⸤¶The rocks were …
⸤¶and claws that …
⸤¶on either side …
⸤¶that onward led …
⸤¶far up within …
⸤¶with tunnels drear …
⸤¶They crept within …
⸤¶and cowering darkly …
⸤¶Long lurked they …
⸤¶and shivered, dreaming …
⸤¶of laughter and …
⸤¶in fluttered leaves …
⸤¶They woke, and …
⸤¶the beating echo …
⸤¶shake beneath them, …
⸤¶of Morgoth’s forges; …
⸤¶they heard the …
⸤¶that shod with …
⸤¶the Orcs went …
⸤¶and Balrog captains …
⸤¶They stirred, and …
⸤¶at eve stepped …
⸤¶as dark things …
⸤¶up the long …
⸤¶Ever the sheer …
⸤¶where birds of …
⸤¶and chasms black …
⸤¶whence writhing serpent-shapes …
⸤¶until at last …
⸤¶heavy as overhanging …
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⸤¶that weighs on …
⸤¶like thunder at …
⸤¶they came, as …
⸤¶walled with great …
⸤¶of cliffs embattled, …
⸤¶that opens, abysmal …
⸤¶before the final …
⸤¶of Bauglir’s immeasurable …
⸤¶whereunder looming awful …
⸤¶the gigantic shadow …