Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

81. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
82. The Forsaken Bride 1/3/2003
83. The Lass Of Lochroyan 1/4/2003
84. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 1/3/2003
85. The Means To Attain Happy Life 1/4/2003
86. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
87. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
88. The Now Jerusalem, Song Of Mary The Mother Of Christ (London: E. Allde) 1/4/2003
89. The Nut-Brown Maid 1/4/2003
90. The Old Cloak 1/4/2003
91. The Queen's Marie 1/4/2003
92. The Rain 1/3/2003
93. The Seven Virgins 1/4/2003
94. The Three Ravens 1/3/2003
95. The Time When I First Fell In Love 1/3/2003
96. The Twa Corbies 1/4/2003
97. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
98. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
99. The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs 1/4/2003
100. The Wife Of Usher's Well 1/4/2003
101. There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds 1/4/2003
102. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
103. This World's Joy 1/4/2003
104. Thomas The Rhymer 1/3/2003
105. To A Nun 1/3/2003
106. To Her Sea-Faring Lover 1/4/2003
107. Twa Corbies 1/3/2003
108. Two Little Shadows 12/24/2003
109. Two Rivers 1/4/2003
110. Vitipuration Falls 1/4/2003
111. Waly, Waly 1/4/2003
112. Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? 1/3/2003
113. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
114. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/3/2003
115. Winter Solstice 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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Tam Lin

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad,
Either their rings, or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhead.

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