#EnglishWriters
Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; her sails he wove of silver fair,
The Man in the Moon had silver sh… And his beard was of silver thread… He was girt with pure gold and ina… With gold about his head. Clad in silken robe in his great w…
You and me—we know that land And often have been there In the long old days, old nursery… A dark child and a fair. Was it down the paths of firelight…
We knew that land once, You and I… and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone by, a dark child and a fair. Was it on the paths of firelight t…
Grendel came forth in the dead of… the moon in his eyes shone glassy… as over the moors he strode in mig… until he came to Heorot. Dark lay the dale, the windows sho…
“The leaves were long, the grass w… The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there
Far over the Misty Mountains cold… To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty sp…
I am off down the road Where the fairy lanterns glowed And the little pretty flitter-mice… A slender band of gray It runs creepily away
Three Rings for the Elven-kings u… Seven for the Dwarf-lords in thei… Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die… One for the Dark Lord on his dark… In the Land of Mordor where the…
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wi… Deep roots are not reached by the… From the ashes a fire shall be wok…
An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with g… Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows,
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gol… emptyand leaves of gold there grew… Of wind I sang, a wind there came emptyand in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon,
Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone… By streams that never find the sea… Over snow by winter sown,
The world was young, the mountains… No stain yet on the Moon was seen… No words were laid on stream or st… When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and de…
In unknown days my fathers’ sires Came, and from son to son took roo… Among the orchards and the river-m… And the long grasses of the fragra… Many a summer saw they kindle yell…
