Well, here they are.
Riddle #1
'Tis lighter than a feather,
However you can't hold it.
Riddle #2
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beast, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays kings, ruins towns,
And beats high mountains down.
Riddle #3
He who makes it does not keep it.
He who takes it does not know it.
He who knows it does not want it.
He who gathers it must destroy it.
Riddle #4
I am so simple, that I can only point
Yet I guide men, all over the world.
Riddle #5
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
Riddle #6
Goes over all the hills and hollows,
Bites hard, but never swallows.
Riddle #7
The root tops the trunk
on this backward thing,
that grows in the winter
and dies in the spring.
Riddle #8
A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure is hidden within.
Riddle #9
You feed it, it lives, you give it something to drink, it dies.
Riddle #10
Fatherless and Motherless, born without sin
Roared when it came into the world,
And never spoke again.
Anglo-Saxon riddles
Riddle #11
I saw a silvery creature scurrying home, as lovely and light as heaven itself, running with stolen treasure between its horns. It hoped, by deceit and daring and art, to set an arbor there in that soaring castle. Then, a shining creature, known to everyone on earth, climbed the mountains and cliffs, rescued his prize, and drove the wily imposter back to darkness. It fled to the west, swearing revenge. The morning dust scattered away, dew fell, and the night was gone. And no one knew where the soft-footed thief had vanished.
Riddle #12
Our world is lovely in different ways, hung with beauty and works of hands. I saw a strange machine, made for motion, slide against the sand, shrieking as it went. It walked swiftly on its only foot, this odd-shaped monster, traveled in an open country without seeing, without arms, or hands, with many ribs, and its mouth in its middle. Its work is useful, and welcome, for it loads its belly with food, and brings abundance to men, to poor and to rich, paying its tribute year after year. Solve this riddle, if you can, and unravel its name.