#EnglishWriters
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 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…
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…
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,
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…
“It was early and still in the nig… And few were the stars, and far wa… The drowsy trees drooping, and sil… Shadows woke under them while they… I stole to the window with stealth…
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…
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
I sit beside the fire and think of… of meadow-flowers and butterflies… Of yellow leaves and gossamer in a… with morning mist and silver sun a… I sit beside the fire and think of…
In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless nigh…
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…
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,
“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
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe. Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree I will lie,