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 ...

Read the full of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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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