J R R Tolkien

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked along.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of
Far over wood and mountain tall.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a…

Where now is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark

Snow-white!
Snow-white!
O lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Sea!

"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was
Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar
Mi oromardi

Pearl of delight that a prince doth
To grace in gold enclosed so clear,
I vow that from over orient
Never proved I any in price her peer.

Túrin Son of Húrin & Glórund the
Lo! the golden dragon
of the God of Hell, the gloom of the woods
of the world now gone, the woes of Men

He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund there

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
But journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends!
I hear the call.

When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill

We often read and written find,
as learned men do us remind,
that lays that now the harpers singare wrought of many a marvellous thing.
Some are of weal, and some of woe

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day.
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

From dark Dunharrow in the dim
With thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
To Edoras he came, the ancient
Of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;

Повесть «Хоббит, или Туда и обратно» Толкина была написана в 1937 году. Книга, написанная по мотивам старинной английской поэмы «Беовульф» и скандинавской мифологии, быстро приобрела большую популярность во всем…

The fat cat on the mat may seem to dreamof nice mice that suffice for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe, walks in thoughtunbowed, proud, where loud roared and foughthis kin, lean and slim, or deep in denin the East feasted on beasts and…

We knew that land once,
You and I,
and once we wandered therein the long days now long gone by,a dark child and a fair.
Was it on the paths of firelight thoughtin winter cold and white

In western lands beneath the
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom,
Tom Bombadillo!

Tall ships and tall
Three times
What brought they from the foundered
Over the flowing sea?