Over The Misty Mountains Cold (J. R. R. Tolkien Poems)
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,We must away, ere break of day,To seek our pale ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,We must away, ere break of day,To seek our pale ...
So far from praising he blasphemesWho says that God has been or is,Who swears he met with God in dreamsOr ...
Since I have seen you do those intimate thingsThat other men but dream of; lull asleepThe sinister dark forest of ...
On the great sea-marsh where the eddies stray,The mower strikes ere yet the dew is fled.The salt-hay falls before his ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
LOFTY and strenuous of sentimentBut narrow and partial in its scope and bent,And thence the bigot of a local setOf ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
II sat with Love upon a woodside well,Leaning across the water, I and he;Nor ever did he speak nor looked ...
BETWEEN Holmscote and Hurstcote The river-reaches wind,The whispering trees accept the breeze,The ripple's cool and kind;With love low-whispered 'twixt the ...
SINCE I have seen you do those intimate things That other men but dream of; ...
Into this net of leaves, green as old glassThat the sun fondles, trembling like imagesIn water, this live net, swung ...
In the bramble at the edge of the lawn Before the woods, Where pillows of snow perched in winter Green ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To ...
I'm part of people I have known And they are part of me; The seeds of thought that I have ...
THEY have taken the ball of earth and made it a little thing. They were held to the land and ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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