03:P7n§XIIIb
The Lay of Leithian (§XIIIb)

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Volume: The Lays of Beleriand
Chapter: The Lay of Leithian (Canto XIII: Beren and Lúthien in Angband)
Pages: 300–303
Paragraph count: 159
Token count: 1,032

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⸤¶for rebel, thief,
⸤¶Why should ye
⸤¶of woe and
⸤¶to slender limb
⸤¶breaking torment? Of
⸤¶here dost thou
⸤¶and foolish laughter?
⸤¶are at my
⸤¶a respite brief,
⸤¶a little while,
⸤¶to Lúthien the
⸤¶a pretty toy
⸤¶In slothful gardens
⸤¶like thee the
⸤¶honey-sweet to kiss,
⸤¶their fragrance loosing,
⸤¶But here we
⸤¶amid our labours
⸤¶from godlike idleness
⸤¶And who would
⸤¶lying to lips,
⸤¶the soft cool
⸤¶easing like gods
⸤¶A! curse the
⸤¶O blinding thirst’s
⸤¶One moment shall
⸤¶your sting with
⸤¶In his eyes
⸤¶and forth he
⸤¶Lúthien as shadow
⸤¶‘Not thus, O
⸤¶‘do great lords
⸤¶For every minstrel
⸤¶and some are
⸤¶and each would
⸤¶and each a
⸤¶though rude the
⸤¶But Lúthien hath
⸤¶for solace sweet
⸤¶Now hearken!’ And
⸤¶then deftly up,
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⸤¶slipped from his
⸤¶fluttering before his
⸤¶a mazy-wingéd dance,
⸤¶about his iron-crownéd
⸤¶Suddenly her song
⸤¶and soft came
⸤¶down from on
⸤¶her voice bewildering,
⸤¶and grew to
⸤¶pale falling in
⸤¶She let her
⸤¶enmeshed with woven
⸤¶as round the
⸤¶From wall to
⸤¶in dance such
⸤¶before devised, nor
⸤¶than swallow swifter,
⸤¶in dying light
⸤¶more silken-soft, more
⸤¶than sylphine maidens
⸤¶whose wings in
⸤¶in rhythmic movement
⸤¶Down crumpled Orc,
⸤¶all eyes were
⸤¶the fires of
⸤¶and ever like
⸤¶above a lightless
⸤¶in ecstasy enchanted
⸤¶All eyes were
⸤¶in Morgoth’s lowering
⸤¶in slowly wandering
⸤¶and slow were
⸤¶Their will wavered,
⸤¶and as beneath
⸤¶the Silmarils like
⸤¶that in the
⸤¶escaping upwards clear
⸤¶glistening marvellous in
⸤¶Then flaring suddenly
⸤¶down, down upon
⸤¶The dark and
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⸤¶like mountain-top beneath
⸤¶the shoulders foundered,
⸤¶crashed, as in
⸤¶huge cliffs in
⸤¶and prone lay
⸤¶His crown there
⸤¶a wheel of
⸤¶died, and a
⸤¶as were the
⸤¶Beneath the vast
⸤¶the adders lay
⸤¶the wolves like
⸤¶and there lay
⸤¶no thought, no
⸤¶moved in the
⸤¶‘Come forth, come
⸤¶and Angband’s mighty
⸤¶Awake, awake! For
⸤¶alone before the
⸤¶This voice came
⸤¶where he lay
⸤¶a hand flower-soft
⸤¶passed o’er his
⸤¶of slumber quivered.
⸤¶his mind to
⸤¶The wolvish fell
⸤¶and sprang unto
⸤¶staring amid the
⸤¶he gasped as
⸤¶There to his
⸤¶felt Lúthien now
⸤¶her strength and
⸤¶and swift his
⸤¶Before his feet
⸤¶the gems of
⸤¶with white fire
⸤¶of Morgoth’s might
⸤¶To move that
⸤¶no strength he
⸤¶he strove with
⸤¶the guerdon of
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⸤¶till in his
⸤¶of that cold
⸤¶with Curufin; then
⸤¶the sheathless knife
⸤¶and tried its
⸤¶o’er which in
⸤¶of dwarvish armourers
⸤¶to hammer-music long
⸤¶Iron as tender
⸤¶and mail as
⸤¶The claws of
⸤¶it bit them
⸤¶a Silmaril he
⸤¶and the pure
⸤¶red glowing through
⸤¶Again he stooped
⸤¶one more of
⸤¶that Fëanor wrought
⸤¶But round those
⸤¶not yet should
⸤¶The dwarvish steel
⸤¶by treacherous smiths
⸤¶snapped; then ringing
⸤¶in twain it
⸤¶or errant shaft
⸤¶of Morgoth’s sleeping
⸤¶their hearts with
⸤¶with voice entombed,
⸤¶in hollow caverns
⸤¶There came a
⸤¶moved through the
⸤¶turned in their
⸤¶in sleep uneasy
⸤¶and far above
⸤¶an echo that
⸤¶a wolvish howling