I have no voice, but I speak of old, Carved in stone or cast in mold. I can hold a web page, a pill, or a law, What am I?

No windows greet the morning sun, Yet many stories here are spun. Iron sings and torches sway, Few who enter wish to stay. What am I?

I'm the largest unit of currency in Harry Potter. I'm also a seven letter old-timey word for a large sailing ship

Shakespeare wrote a story about a farmer who would loan out pigs to those who wanted them. At least, I think that is what it’s about!

I'm not able to go out with friends for drinks Can't talk, see or answer the phone when it rings Always facing east waiting for the day starting to sing I am old, rock solid, a guardian that never blinks.