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J.R.R. Tolkien

 

The Ring Verse 

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 throne 
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie 

One Ring to rule them all 
One ring to find them 
One ring to bring them all 
and in the darkness bind them 
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie

The Road Goes Ever On and On (The Walking Song)

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,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.


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,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

 

The road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

 

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.


And the version from The Hobbit:

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,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering far have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Snowmane's Epitaph 

Faithful servant yet master's bane,
Lightfoot's foal, swift Snowmane.



Wight's Chant

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.



Gandalf's Riddle

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.