|121.||The Wife Of Usher's Well||1/4/2003|
|122.||There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds||1/4/2003|
|123.||There Once Was A Man From Nantucket||2/3/2015|
|124.||This World's Joy||1/4/2003|
|125.||To A Nun||1/3/2003|
|126.||To Her Sea-Faring Lover||1/4/2003|
|128.||Twelfth Song of Thunder||2/19/2016|
|129.||Two Little Shadows||12/24/2003|
|133.||Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow?||1/3/2003|
|134.||When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth||1/4/2003|
|135.||Will He No Come Back Again?||1/3/2003|
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 ...
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.'