Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

1. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
2. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble 10/15/2015
3. Sir Gowther 10/27/2015
4. Emare 10/27/2015
5. Sir Degare 10/27/2015
6. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
7. Lay le Freine 10/27/2015
8. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
9. Red River Valley 11/14/2015
10. The Devil's Nine Questions 11/25/2015
11. The Cruel Mother 11/25/2015
12. Christmas Presents 12/14/2015
13. Santa's New Idea 12/14/2015
14. The Night After Christmas 12/14/2015
15. Christmas is Coming 12/14/2015
16. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
17. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
18. I'll Stretch It a Little 2/3/2016
19. The Bridge Builder 2/3/2016
20. I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning 2/16/2016
21. Twelfth Song of Thunder 2/19/2016
22. Moo, Moo, Brown Cow 3/25/2016
23. The Owl and the Fox 7/20/2016
24. Lend a Hand 2/3/2016
25. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
26. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
27. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
28. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
29. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
30. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
31. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
32. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
33. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
34. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
35. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
36. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
37. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
38. Key To Friendship 12/10/2014
39. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
40. O Burr 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Anonymous

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

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Edom O'Gordon

It fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
'We maun draw to a hauld.

'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'

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