Edgar Allen Poe
- A Dream
In visions of dark night, I have dreamed of joy departed; But awaking dream of life and light. Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day, To him whose eyes are cast, On things around him, with a ray, Turned back upon the past? That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered meas a lovely beam, A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light,thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright, In Truth's day-star?
J.R.R. Tolkien
- Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring Poem
Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone; never mare 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.
J.K. Rowling
- Half-Blood Prince
With a slight shiver, the Prime Minister got up and moved over to the window, looking out at the thin mist that was pressing itself against the glass. It was then, as he stood with his back to the room, that he heard a soft cough behind him. He froze, nose to nose with his own scared-looking reflection in the dark glass. He knew that cough. He had heard it before. He turned very slowly to face the empty room. "Hello?" he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.
