Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

1. A Hymn To The Virgin 1/4/2003
2. A Lyke-Wake Dirge 1/4/2003
3. A Riddle 1/3/2003
4. Advice To A Lover 1/3/2003
5. Alison 1/4/2003
6. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
7. Angelica The Doorkeeper 1/3/2003
8. As Ye Came From The Holy Land 1/4/2003
9. At Liberty I Sit And See 1/3/2003
10. Balow 1/4/2003
11. Barbara Allen's Cruelty 1/4/2003
12. Binnorie 1/4/2003
13. Blow, Northern Wind 1/4/2003
14. Carol 1/4/2003
15. Christmas is Coming 12/14/2015
16. Christmas Presents 12/14/2015
17. Clerk Saunders 1/3/2003
18. Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea 1/4/2003
19. Courage 1/3/2015
20. Cradle Song 1/4/2003
21. Cuckoo Song 1/4/2003
22. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
23. Devotion, Captain Tobias Hume's The First Part Of Airs, &C. 1/4/2003
24. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 1/20/2003
25. Edom O' Gordon 1/4/2003
26. Edom O'Gordon 1/3/2003
27. Edward, Edward 1/4/2003
28. Emare 10/27/2015
29. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
30. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
31. Fair Annie 1/4/2003
32. Fair Helen 1/3/2003
33. Frankie And Johnnie 1/3/2003
34. God And The Soldier 1/3/2003
35. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
36. Helen Of Kirconnell 1/4/2003
37. Hey Nonny No! 1/4/2003
38. I Don'T Want To Die 1/3/2003
39. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
40. I Have A Gentil Cock 1/3/2003
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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The Old Cloak

THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
   And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
   That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
   She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
   Man, put thine old cloak about thee!

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