Оригинал In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion! And I said...

Оригинал Learn now the lore of Living Creatures! First name the four, the free peoples: Eldest of all, the elf-children; Dwarf the...

Оригинал Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea! West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree Fell like bright rain in...

Оригинал Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. 'What news...

Оригинал Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen! Yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron, yeni ve linte yuldar vanier mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreva Andune...

Оригинал 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....

Оригинал When evening in the Shire was grey his footsteps on the Hill were heard; before the dawn he went away on journey long without a...

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

Оригинал 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...

Оригинал I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow...

Оригинал When winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, 'tis evil in the...

Оригинал Seek for the Sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There...

Оригинал A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos,...

Оригинал Earendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey un; her sails he...

Оригинал Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat...

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

Оригинал Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing: the last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the...

Оригинал 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...

Оригинал There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath the old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself...

Оригинал Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom,...