{"id":2059,"date":"2013-02-14T22:41:00","date_gmt":"2013-02-14T22:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/daffeythoughts\/2013\/02\/the-hobbit-in-poetry-form.html"},"modified":"2013-02-14T22:41:00","modified_gmt":"2013-02-14T22:41:00","slug":"the-hobbit-in-poetry-form","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/daffeythoughts\/2013\/02\/the-hobbit-in-poetry-form.html","title":{"rendered":"The Hobbit in poetry form"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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My 14 year old pointed out that in a way similar to Carroll, you could lift out the poems and songs from The Hobbit<\/i>, and it would tell the whole story. \u00a0So, let\u2019s try. \u00a0Below are all the songs and poems, as well as the riddles told between Bilbo and Gollum:\u00a0<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
<\/a><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Blunt the knives and bend the forks!<\/div>\n
That\u2019s what Bilbo Baggins hates\u2013<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Smash the bottles and burn the corks!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pour the milk on the pantry floor!<\/div>\n
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Splash the wine on every door!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pound them up with a thumping pole;<\/div>\n
And when you\u2019ve finished, if any are whole,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Send them down the hall to roll!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
That\u2019s what Bilbo Baggins hates!<\/div>\n
So, carefully! carefully with the plates!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The song of the dwarves while they were cleaning up after dinner at the unexpected party.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Far over the misty mountains cold<\/div>\n
To dungeons deep and caverns old<\/div>\n
We must away ere break of day<\/div>\n
To seek the pale enchanted gold.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,<\/div>\n
While hammers fell like ringing bells<\/div>\n
In places deep, where dark things sleep,<\/div>\n
In hollow halls beneath the fells.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
For ancient king and elvish lord<\/div>\n
There many a gleaming golden hoard<\/div>\n
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught<\/div>\n
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
On silver necklaces they strung<\/div>\n
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung<\/div>\n
The dragon fire, in twisted wire<\/div>\n
They meshed the light of moon and sun.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Far over the misty mountains cold<\/div>\n
To dungeons deep and caverns old<\/div>\n
We must away, ere break of day,<\/div>\n
To claim our long-forgotten gold.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Goblets they carved there for themselves<\/div>\n
And harps of gold; where no man delves<\/div>\n
There lay they long, and many a song<\/div>\n
Was sung unheard by men or elves.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The pines were roaring on the height,<\/div>\n
The winds were moaning in the night,<\/div>\n
The fire was red, it flaming spread;<\/div>\n
The trees like torches blazed with light.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The bells were ringing in the dale<\/div>\n
And men looked up with faces pale;<\/div>\n
The dragon\u2019s ire more fierce than fire<\/div>\n
Laid low their towers and houses frail.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;<\/div>\n
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.<\/div>\n
They fled their hall to dying fall<\/div>\n
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Far over the misty mountains grim<\/div>\n
To dungeons deep and caverns dim<\/div>\n
We must away, ere break of day,<\/div>\n
To win our harps and gold from him!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Far over the misty mountains cold<\/div>\n
To dungeons deep and caverns old<\/div>\n
We must away, ere break of day,<\/div>\n
To find our long-forgotten gold.)<\/div>\n
(Thorin\u2019s part after they went to bed.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The dwarves song after dinner, done well in both version of the Hobbit: Jackson and Rankin\/Bass.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
O! What are you doing,<\/div>\n
And where are you going?<\/div>\n
Your ponies need shoeing!<\/div>\n
The river is flowing!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O! tra-la-la-lally<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 here down in the valley!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
O!\u00a0 What are you seeking,<\/div>\n
And where are you making?<\/div>\n
The faggots are reeking,<\/div>\n
The bannocks are baking!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O! tril-lil-lil-lolly<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the valley is jolly,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ha! ha!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
O! Where are you going<\/div>\n
With beards all a-wagging?<\/div>\n
No knowing, no knowing<\/div>\n
What brings Mister Baggins,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And Balin and Dwalin<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 down into the valley<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in June<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0ha! ha!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
O! Will you be staying,<\/div>\n
Or will you be flying?<\/div>\n
Your ponies are straying!<\/div>\n
The daylight is dying!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
To fly would be folly,<\/div>\n
To stay would be jolly<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And listen and hark<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Till the end of the dark<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to our tune<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ha! ha!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Elf song as the party approached Rivendell.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Clap! Snap! the black crack!<\/div>\n
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!<\/div>\n
And down down to Goblin-town<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You go, my lad!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!<\/div>\n
Hammer and tongs!\u00a0 Knocker and gongs!<\/div>\n
Pound, pound, far underground!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ho, ho! my lad!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Swish, smack! Whip crack!<\/div>\n
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!<\/div>\n
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,<\/div>\n
While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,<\/div>\n
Round and round far underground<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Below, my lad!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Goblin song when they were captured.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
What has roots as nobody sees,<\/div>\n
Is taller than trees,<\/div>\n
Up, up it goes,<\/div>\n
And yet never grows?<\/div>\n
One of Gollum\u2019s riddles for Bilbo. The answer is \u201cmountain\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Thirty white horses on a red hill,<\/div>\n
First they champ,<\/div>\n
Then they stamp,<\/div>\n
Then they stand still.<\/div>\n
One of Bilbo\u2019s riddles for Gollum. The answer is \u201cteeth\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Voiceless it cries,<\/div>\n
Wingless flutters,<\/div>\n
toothless bites,<\/div>\n
Mouthless mutters.<\/div>\n
One of Gollum\u2019s riddles for Bilbo. The answer is \u201cwind\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
An eye in a blue face<\/div>\n
Saw an eye in a green face.<\/div>\n
\u201cThat eye is like to this eye\u201d<\/div>\n
Said the first eye,<\/div>\n
\u201cbut in low place<\/div>\n
Not in high place.\u201d<\/div>\n
One of Bilbo\u2019s riddles for Gollum. The answer is \u201csun on the daisies\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,<\/div>\n
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.<\/div>\n
It lies behind stars and under hills,<\/div>\n
And empty holes it fills.<\/div>\n
It comes first and follows after,<\/div>\n
Ends life, kills laughter.<\/div>\n
One of Gollum\u2019s riddles for Bilbo. The answer is \u201cdark\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
A box without hinges, key, or lid,<\/div>\n
yet golden treasure inside is hid.<\/div>\n
One of Bilbo\u2019s riddles for Gollum. The answer is \u201cegg\u201d.<\/div>\n
Alive without breath,<\/div>\n
As cold as death;<\/div>\n
Never thirsty, ever drinking,<\/div>\n
All in mail never clinking.<\/div>\n
One of Gollum\u2019s riddles for Bilbo. The answer is \u201cfish\u201d.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
No-legs lay on one-leg,<\/div>\n
Two-legs sat near on three-legs,<\/div>\n
Four-legs got some.<\/div>\n
One of Bilbo\u2019s riddles for Gollum. The answer is \u201cfish on a little table, man at table sitting on a stool, the cat has the bones\u201d.<\/div>\n
This thing all things devours:<\/div>\n
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;<\/div>\n
Gnaws iron, bites steel;<\/div>\n
Grinds hard stones to meal;<\/div>\n
Slays king, ruins town,<\/div>\n
And beats high mountain down.<\/div>\n
One of Gollum\u2019s riddles for Bilbo. The answer is \u201ctime\u201d.<\/div>\n

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<\/div>\n
(The Riddles between Gollum and Bilbo and the answers)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Fifteen birds in five firtrees,<\/div>\n
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!<\/div>\n
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!<\/div>\n
O what shall we do with the funny little things?<\/div>\n
Roast \u2019em alive, or stew them in a pot;<\/div>\n
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Burn, burn tree and fern!<\/div>\n
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch<\/div>\n
To light the night for our delight,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ya hey!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Bake and toast \u2019em, fry and roast \u2019em!<\/div>\n
till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;<\/div>\n
till hair smells and skins crack,<\/div>\n
fat melts, and bones black<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in cinders lie<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 beneath the sky!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So dwarves shall die,<\/div>\n
and light the night for our delight,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ya hey!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ya-harri-hey!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ya hoy!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The second Goblin song, after dwarves and Bilbo are chased into trees after escaping from the Mountains.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The wind was on the withered heath,<\/div>\n
but in the forest stirred no leaf:<\/div>\n
there shadows lay by night and day,<\/div>\n
and dark things silent crept beneath.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The wind came down from mountains cold,<\/div>\n
and like a tide it roared and rolled;<\/div>\n
the branches groaned, the forest moaned,<\/div>\n
and leaves were laid upon the mould.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The wind went on from West to East;<\/div>\n
all movement in the forest ceased,<\/div>\n
but shrill and harsh across the marsh<\/div>\n
its whistling voices were released.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,<\/div>\n
the reeds were rattling\u2013on it went<\/div>\n
o\u2019er shaken pool under heavens cool<\/div>\n
where racing clouds were torn and rent.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It passed the lonely Mountain bare<\/div>\n
and swept above the dragon\u2019s lair:<\/div>\n
there black and dark lay boulders stark<\/div>\n
and flying smoke was in the air.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It left the world and took its flight<\/div>\n
over the wide seas of the night.<\/div>\n
The moon set sail upon the gale,<\/div>\n
and stars were fanned to leaping light.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The dwarves\u2019 song in Beorn\u2019s house.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Old fat spider spinning in a tree!<\/div>\n
Old fat spider can\u2019t see me!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Attercop!\u00a0 Attercop!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Won\u2019t you stop,<\/div>\n
Stop your spinning and look for me!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Old Tomnoddy, all big body,<\/div>\n
Old Tomnoddy can\u2019t spy me!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Attercop!\u00a0 Attercop!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Down you drop!<\/div>\n
You\u2019ll never catch me up your tree!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Lazy Lob and crazy Cob<\/div>\n
are weaving webs to wind me.<\/div>\n
I am far more sweet than other meat,<\/div>\n
but still they cannot find me!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Here am I, naughty little fly;<\/div>\n
you are fat and lazy.<\/div>\n
You cannot trap me, though you try,<\/div>\n
in your cobwebs crazy.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Bilbo taunts the spiders who have captured the dwarves.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Roll\u2013roll\u2013roll\u2013roll,<\/div>\n
roll-roll-rolling down the hole!<\/div>\n
Heave ho! Splash plump!<\/div>\n
Down they go, down they bump!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Down the swift dark stream you go<\/div>\n
Back to lands you once did know!<\/div>\n
Leave the halls and caverns deep,<\/div>\n
Leave the northern mountains steep,<\/div>\n
Where the forest wide and dim<\/div>\n
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!<\/div>\n
Float beyond the world of trees<\/div>\n
Out into the whispering breeze,<\/div>\n
Past the rushes, past the reeds,<\/div>\n
Past the marsh\u2019s waving weeds,<\/div>\n
Through the mist that riseth white<\/div>\n
Up from mere and pool at night!<\/div>\n
Follow, follow stars that leap<\/div>\n
Up the heavens cold and steep;<\/div>\n
Turn when dawn comes over land,<\/div>\n
Over rapid, over sand,<\/div>\n
South away! and South away!<\/div>\n
Seek the sunlight and the day,<\/div>\n
Back to pasture, back to mead,<\/div>\n
Where the kine and oxen feed!<\/div>\n
Back to gardens on the hills<\/div>\n
Where the berry swells and fills<\/div>\n
Under sunlight, under day!<\/div>\n
South away! and South away!<\/div>\n
Down the swift dark stream you go<\/div>\n
Back to lands you once did know!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Wood-elves\u2019 song when sending barrels downstream from their underground kingdom.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The King beneath the mountains,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0
\n\u00a0 The King of carven stone,<\/div>\n
The lord of silver fountains<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall come into his own!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
His crown shall be upholden,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His harp shall be restrung,<\/div>\n
His halls shall echo golden<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To songs of yore re-sung.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The woods shall wave on mountains<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And grass beneath the sun;<\/div>\n
His wealth shall flow in fountains<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the rivers golden run.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The streams shall run in gladness,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The lakes shall shine and burn,<\/div>\n
All sorrow fail and sadness<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At the Mountain-king\u2019s return!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(Song sang by the men of Lake-town when the dwarves arrive.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Under the Mountain dark and tall<\/div>\n
The King has come unto his hall!<\/div>\n
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,<\/div>\n
And ever so his foes shall fall.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,<\/div>\n
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;<\/div>\n
The heart is bold that looks on gold;<\/div>\n
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,<\/div>\n
While hammers fell like ringing bells<\/div>\n
In places deep, where dark things sleep,<\/div>\n
In hollow halls beneath the fells.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
On silver necklaces they strung<\/div>\n
The light of stars, on crowns they hung<\/div>\n
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire<\/div>\n
The melody of harps they wrung.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The mountain throne once more is freed!<\/div>\n
O! wandering fold, the summons heed!<\/div>\n
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!<\/div>\n
The king of friend and kin has need.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Now call we over mountains cold,<\/div>\n
\u2018Come back unto the caverns old\u2019!<\/div>\n
Here at the Gates the king awaits,<\/div>\n
His hands are rich with gems and gold.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The king is come unto his hall<\/div>\n
Under the Mountain dark and tall.<\/div>\n
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,<\/div>\n
And ever so our foes shall fall!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The dwarves singing to Thorin after Smaug is killed and the armies begin gathering.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The dragon is withered,<\/div>\n
His bones are now crumbled;<\/div>\n
His armour is shivered,<\/div>\n
His splendour is humbled!<\/div>\n
Though sword shall be rusted,<\/div>\n
And throne and crown perish<\/div>\n
With strength that men trusted<\/div>\n
And wealth that they cherish,<\/div>\n
Here grass is still growing,<\/div>\n
And leaves are yet swinging,<\/div>\n
The white water flowing,<\/div>\n
And elves are yet singing<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Come! Tra-la-la-lally!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Come back to the valley!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The stars are far brighter<\/div>\n
Than gems without measure,<\/div>\n
The moon is far whiter<\/div>\n
Than silver in treasure:<\/div>\n
The fire is more shining<\/div>\n
On hearth in the gloaming<\/div>\n
Than gold won by mining,<\/div>\n
So why go a-roaming?<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O! Tra-la-la-lally<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Come back to the Valley.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
O! Where are you going,<\/div>\n
So late in returning?<\/div>\n
The river is flowing,<\/div>\n
The stars are all burning!<\/div>\n
O! Whither so laden,<\/div>\n
So sad and so dreary?<\/div>\n
Here elf and elf-maiden<\/div>\n
Now welcome the weary<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With Tra-la-la-lally<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Come back to the Valley,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tra-la-la-lally<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fa-la-la-lally<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fa-la!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The elves\u2019 song toward the end of the book when they got back to Rivendell.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!<\/div>\n
The wind\u2019s in the tree-top, the wind\u2019s in the heather;<\/div>\n
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,<\/div>\n
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!<\/div>\n
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!<\/div>\n
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;<\/div>\n
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!<\/div>\n
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!<\/div>\n
The wanderer sleepeth.\u00a0 Now soft be his pillow!<\/div>\n
Lullaby!\u00a0 Lullaby!\u00a0 Alder and Willow!<\/div>\n
Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fall Moon!\u00a0 Dark be the land!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hush!\u00a0 Hush!\u00a0 Oak, Ash, and Thorn!<\/div>\n
Hushed be all water, till dawn is at hand!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(The elves\u2019 next song at Rivendell.)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Roads go ever ever on,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Over rock and under tree,<\/div>\n
By caves where never sun has shone,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By streams that never find the sea;<\/div>\n
Over snow by winter sown,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And through the merry flowers of June,<\/div>\n
Over grass and over stone,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And under mountains in the moon.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Roads go ever ever on<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Under cloud and under star,<\/div>\n
Yet feet that wandering have gone<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Turn at last to home afar.<\/div>\n
Eyes that fire and sword have seen<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And horror in the halls of stone<\/div>\n
Look at last on meadows green<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And trees and hills they long have known.<\/div>\n
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(Bilbo\u2019s famous poem when he returned to the Shire.)<\/div>\n
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So, is he right? \u00a0I think he\u2019s onto something.\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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