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Agravaine
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Lay of Lethian Quotes///
« Thread started on: Mar 16th, 2004, 9:53pm » |
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From Recommenced:
'So mark ye mates, ye all shall swear,
The hand of Barahir was bear'
Lines 463-4
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'The wolf is hungry, the hour is nigh;
No more need Beren wait to die'
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Fingolfin
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Re: Lay of Leithian Quotes///
« Reply #1 on: Apr 15th, 2004, 8:37pm » |
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Lay of Leithian=shagadelicious
(Yes, you misspelled "Leithian")
By the way, don't chase that carrot till it makes you sick, what do you think you're gonna prove? Wait till it falls off that stick, and that's when it's time to make your move. You know why there are no more buffalo? People driving around in the Everglades with machine-guns shot them all. You wish so hard you scare me, those are combines kicking up the dust. No more rock 'n' roll, as we know it.
Anyway, here's one of my favorite quotes from the Lay of Leithian...
XII
In that vast shadow once of yore
Fingolfin stood: his shield he bore
with field of heaven's blue and star
of crystal shining pale afar.
In overmastering wrath and hate
desperate he smote upon that gate,
the Gnomish king, there standing lone,
while endless fortresses of stone
engulfed the thin clear ringing keen
of silver horn on baldric green.
His hopeless challenge dauntless cried
Fingolfin there: 'Come, open wide,
dark king, your ghastly brazen doors!
Come forth, whom earth and heaven abhors!
Come forth, O monstrous craven lord,
and fight with thine own hand and sword,
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls,
thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,
thou foe of Gods and elvish race!
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!'
Then Morgoth came. For the last time
in those great wars he dared to climb
from subterranean throne profound,
the rumour of his feet a sound
of rumbling earthquake underground.
Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned
he issued forth; his mighty shield
a vast unblazoned sable field
with shadow like a thundercloud;
and o'er the gleaming king it bowed,
as huge aloft like mace he hurled
the hammer of the underworld,
Grond. Clanging to ground it tumbled
down like a thunder-bolt, and crumbled
the rocks beneath it; smoke up-started,
a pit yawned, and a fire darted.
Fingolfin like a shooting light
beneath the cloud, a stab of white,
sprang then aside, and Ringil drew
like ice that gleameth cold and blue,
his sword devised of elvish skill
to pierce the flesh with deadly chill.
With seven wounds it rent his foe,
and seven mighty cries of woe
rang in the mountains, and the earth quook,
and Angband's trembling armies shook.
Yet Orcs would after laughing tell
of the duel at the gates of hell;
though elvish song thereof was made
ere this but one--when sad was laid
the mighty king in barrow high,
and Thorndor, Eagle of the sky,
the dreadful tidings brought and told
to mourning Elfinesse of old.
Thrice was Fingolfin beaten, thrice he rose
still leaping up beneath the cloud
aloft to hold star-shining, proud,
his stricken shield, his sundered helm,
that dark nor might could overwhelm
till all the earth was burst and rent
in pits about him. He was spent.
His feet stumbled. He fell to wreck
upon the ground, and on his neck
a foot like rooted hills was set,
and he was crushed--not conquered yet;
one last despairing stroke he gave:
the mighty foot pale Ringil clave
about the heel, and black the blood
gushed as from smoking fount in flood.
Halt goes for ever from that stroke
great Morgoth; but the king he broke,
and would have hewn and mangled thrown
to wolves devouring. Lo! from throne
that Manwë bade him build on high,
on peak unscaled beneath the sky,
Morgoth to watch, now down there swooped
Thorndor the King of Eagles, stooped,
and rending beak of gold he smote
in Bauglir's face, then up did float
on pinions thirty fathoms wide
bearing away, though loud they cried,
the mighty corse, the Elven-king;
and where the mountains make a ring
far to the south about that plain
where after Gondolin did reign,
embattled city, at great height
upon a dizzy snowcap white
in mounded cairn the mighty dead
he laid upon the mountain's head.
Never Orc nor demon after dared
that pass to climb o'er which there stared
Fingolfin's high and holy tomb,
till Gondolin's appointed doom.
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Agravaine
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Re: Lay of Lethian Quotes///
« Reply #2 on: Apr 15th, 2004, 10:58pm » |
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I enjoyed Canto XII too...
You certainly had a lot of time on your hands to type it up...
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Cap'n Duct Tape (Manwë)
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Re: Lay of Lethian Quotes///
« Reply #3 on: Apr 17th, 2004, 10:58pm » |
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AUGH!!!! NO!!!! KILL CANTOS!!!!!
Sorry, just got finished reading Dante's Inferno for school. I HATE that book.
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Fingolfin
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Re: Lay of Lethian Quotes///
« Reply #4 on: Apr 18th, 2004, 8:30pm » |
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Peace, sir. Not all cantos are evil. It did take a fair amount of time to type that, but I'm a fairly fast typist.
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