Eeeeegggggssss

Possibly.

'Twas brillig and the slithy toaves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
The jaws that bite, the claws that snatch;
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch.

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the mangsom foe he sought
So rested by the tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two, one, two,
And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack
He left it dead and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day, calloo, callay,"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toaves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Can you believe I actually did all that from memory? :eek: :D
 
:eek: Overdoing it, maybe?

(O' course, I can say quite a bit of Tolkien's poetry from memory...at least I could. I don't know if I can do it anymore.)
 
A Elbereth, Gilthoniel,
Silvren penna miriel,
O... (something... I forget the rest)

Far over misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord,
There many a gleaming golden hoard,
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flow'ring starts, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire in twisted wire,
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
to claim out long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold where no man dwells,
There lay they long and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height
The wind was moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom;
They fled their hall to dying fall,
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over misty mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns grim,
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him!



Ok, so I had to look up a few verses. Still... :D
 
A chest without hinges, key, or lid –
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

...Somehow that seems appropriate to this thread...care to guess why? :p

'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 Sea.

'His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen –
The countless stars of Heaven's field
Were mirrored in his silver shield

'But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star,
In Mordor where the Shadows are.'


That's one of my favorites. (And I didn't have to look anything up! *sever look* 'course, it wasn't as long as yours, either.)
 
Well, yes. :D

The finest rockets ever seen,
They burst in stars of blue and green,
Or after thunder golden showers
Came falling like a rain of flowers.


I like that one. :D
 
"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 Night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven Stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair

Though now at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep...
Above all towers strong and high;
Beyond all Mountains steep –

Above all Shadows rides the Sun,
And Stars forever Dwell
I will not say the Day is done,
Not bid the Stars farewell."

Something like that. :)
 
...the old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.


That what you were lookin for? :p
 
Heh heh. And you thought you were a fast reader!

(for the unnofficiated into the weird workings of my brother's mind, I'm trying to do a speed-reading course because I think I read too slowly for comfort in collEge... Olorin thinks he's a fast reader, but reading over my shoulder nearly gave him a heart attack when I tried to do this course...):D
 
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