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That is part of Tolkien's Eala Earendel Engla Beorhtast, and is about Eärendil the Mariner.
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"The voyage of Earendel the Evening Star" was written 1914
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Sorry about the lateness. Here's a nice one:
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The song Frodo sings in the Prancing Pony (cow jumped over the moon, that lot), just before slipping and disappearing
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That was too easy.
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sort of
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The Little House of Lost Play, sir.
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Not that nasty, than
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Not nearly nasty 'nough.
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Don't have my books on me, but sounds ominous. Mewlips?
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er, thank you
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Let the other kids play
Off the top of my head, I'd say Bombadil Goes Boating or Fastitocalon. I shall go with the latter.
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the more kids enter, the better
the latter it is, that is Fastitocalon
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Ode to present day Middle-earth
"Though spring and summer wear and fade,
though flowers fall and leaves are laid, and winter winds his trumpet loud, and snows both fell and forest shroud, though roaring seas upon the shore go long and white, and neath the door the wind cries with houseless voice, in fire and song yet men rejoice, till as a ship returns to port the spring comes back to field and court."
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*blinks*
I have no clue at all...
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It's from The Lay of Aotrou and Itroun.
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Correct.
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This is 100% by volume:
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Watered down by the Sea
I believe that is the poem Earendel, found in The Monsters and the Critics. The line "kiryasse Earendil or vea" narrows it down a bit.
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That's the one. Maybe giving the entire poem made it a bit obvious. To be precise, it's in A Secret Vice.
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Staying power
"Though sword shall be rusted,
And throne and crown perish"
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ah, one of my favvies
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Who's next? I'd actually like to try answer one of these correctly.
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I suppose it'd be me, once SoN confirms my answer (or it would not, if he debunks it, but I suppose it's safe bet I've got it right)
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A safe bet, indeed
Your go, H-I.
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Onward we go...
Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hate,
that quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate; that seek no parley, and in guarded room, though small and bare, upon a clumsy loom weave tissues gilded by the far-off day hoped and believed in under Shadow's sway.
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From Mythopoeia.
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corrrrect!
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the sea heaving,
the abyss yawing, the old darkness beyond the stars falling
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If I couldn't get this one I'd be a laughing stock
This is from Tolkien's translation of his poem Oilima Markirya (The Last Ark) from A Secret Vice.
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Squatter,
Who shall make such a grave rebuke? Wylkynsion? or the Travestometre? Show us how 'tis done. ![]() Beth
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Actually this is easier than it looks.
1: I post 'I have absolutely no idea whence came those words...erm...eth'. 2: Someone who's been around for a while, probably that reprobate Underhill, posts 'Wait a minute: didn't you read that poem over Tolkien's grave last February, resulting in the invention of the Travest-o-Meter ©®?' 4: I skip point number three to avoid accidentally typing in a pound sign. 5: Wylkynsion mumbles 'you berk,' but only Etceteron hears him, so it's a wasted comment. 6: The Travest-o-Meter ©® detects the presence of a talking black sword made by Eöl in an RPG, factors in its terrible South London accent, and explodes. 7: Another major city bites the dust. So endeth the lesson. ![]()
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Thanks for the link. Whoa. Beautiful. Everybody should check out this link! I mean, if you're clueless like me and haven't done so already...
Treat us with the next, Squatter.
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The Incantathon continues
Hearken to the song of the purists.
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I think that's from The Homecoming of Beorhnoth, though I wouldn't wager my head.
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Revolving as do the governments of banana republics.
It's one of Torhthelm's lines near the end. The turnover here is getting silly. Better make yours nasty, Evisse.
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nasty incantation...ok: Avada K, no, no, I meant:
"Dread was their master. Dark and silent,
long years forlorn, lonely waited."
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Indeed, Squatter, your lines are not Tolkien's. They are derivative, a translation. A petty point perhaps.
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