tests/Worksheets/Writing/LatinSpec/TheHobbit/FarOverTheMistyMountainsCold/full.txt

   1 Far over the Misty Mountains cold
   2 To dungeons deep and caverns old
   3 We must away, ere break of day
   4 To seek our pale enchanted gold
   5
   6 The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
   7 While hammers fell like ringing bells
   8 In places deep, where dark things sleep
   9 In hollow halls beneath the fells
  10
  11 For ancient king and elvish lord
  12 There many a gleaming golden hoard
  13 They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
  14 To hide in gems on hilt of sword
  15
  16 On silver necklaces they strung
  17 The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
  18 The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
  19 They meshed the light of moon and sun
  20
  21 Far over the Misty Mountains cold
  22 To dungeons deep and caverns old
  23 We must away, ere break of day
  24 To claim our long-forgotten gold
  25
  26 Goblets they carved there for themselves
  27 And harps of gold, where no man delves
  28 There lay they long, and many a song
  29 Was sung unheard by men or elves
  30 The pines were roaring on the heights
  31 The wind was moaning in the night
  32 The fire was red, it flaming spread
  33 The trees like torches blazed with light
  34
  35 The bells were ringing in the dale
  36 And men looked up with faces pale
  37 The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire
  38 Laid low their towers and houses frail
  39
  40 The mountain smoked beneath the moon
  41 The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
  42 They fled the hall to dying fall
  43 Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
  44
  45 Far over the Misty Mountains grim
  46 To dungeons deep and caverns dim
  47 We must away, ere break of day
  48 To win our harps and gold from him!
  49
  50 The wind was on the withered heath
  51 But in the forest stirred no leaf
  52 There shadows lay be night or day
  53 And dark things silent crept beneath
  54
  55 The wind came down from mountains cold
  56 And like a tide it roared and rolled
  57 The branches groaned, the forest moaned
  58 And leaves were laid upon the mould
  59 The wind went on from West to East;
  60 All movement in the forest ceased
  61 But shrill and harsh across the marsh
  62 Its whistling voices were released
  63
  64 The grasses hissed, their tassels bent
  65 The reeds were rattling--on it went
  66 O'er shaken pool under heavens cool
  67 Where racing clouds were torn and rent
  68
  69 It passed the Lonely Mountain bare
  70 And swept above the dragon's lair
  71 There black and dark lay boulders stark
  72 And flying smoke was in the air
  73
  74 It left the world and took its flight
  75 Over the wide seas of the night
  76 The moon set sail upon the gale
  77 And stars were fanned to leaping light
  78
  79 Under the Mountain dark and tall
  80 The King has come unto his hall!
  81 His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread
  82 And ever so his foes shall fall!
  83
  84 The sword is sharp, the spear is long
  85 The arrow swift, the Gate is strong
  86 The heart is bold that looks on gold
  87 The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
  88 The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
  89 While hammers fell like ringing bells
  90 In places deep, where dark things sleep
  91 In hollow halls beneath the fells
  92
  93 On silver necklaces they strung
  94 The light of stars, on crowns they hung
  95 The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
  96 The melody of harps they wrung
  97
  98 The mountain throne once more is freed!
  99 O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
 100 Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
 101 The king of friend and kin has need
 102
 103 Now call we over the mountains cold
 104 'Come back unto the caverns old!
 105 Here at the gates the king awaits
 106 His hands are rich with gems and gold
 107
 108 The king has come unto his hall
 109 Under the Mountain dark and tall
 110 The Wyrm of Dread is slain and dead
 111 And ever so our foes shall fall
 112
 113 Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
 114 Though wind may blow and rain may fall
 115 We must away, ere break of day
 116 Far over the wood and mountain tall
 117
 118 To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
 119 In glades beneath the misty fell
 120 Through moor and waste we ride in haste
 121 And whither then we cannot tell
 122
 123 With foes ahead, behind us dread
 124 Beneath the sky shall be our bed
 125 Until at last our toil be passed
 126 Our journey done, our errand sped
 127
 128 We must away! We must away!
 129 We ride before the break of day!