Anonymous Poems

81. The Creation Of The Moon 1/20/2003
82. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
83. The Forsaken Bride 1/3/2003
84. The Lass Of Lochroyan 1/4/2003
85. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 1/3/2003
86. The Means To Attain Happy Life 1/4/2003
87. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
88. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
89. The Now Jerusalem, Song Of Mary The Mother Of Christ (London: E. Allde) 1/4/2003
90. The Nut-Brown Maid 1/4/2003
91. The Old Cloak 1/4/2003
92. The Queen's Marie 1/4/2003
93. The Rain 1/3/2003
94. The Seven Virgins 1/4/2003
95. The Three Ravens 1/3/2003
96. The Time When I First Fell In Love 1/3/2003
97. The Twa Corbies 1/4/2003
98. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
99. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
100. The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs 1/4/2003
101. The Wife Of Usher's Well 1/4/2003
102. There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas Ford's Music Of Sundry Kinds 1/4/2003
103. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
104. This World's Joy 1/4/2003
105. Thomas The Rhymer 1/3/2003
106. To A Nun 1/3/2003
107. To Her Sea-Faring Lover 1/4/2003
108. Twa Corbies 1/3/2003
109. Two Little Shadows 12/24/2003
110. Two Rivers 1/4/2003
111. Vitipuration Falls 1/4/2003
112. Waly, Waly 1/4/2003
113. Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow? 1/3/2003
114. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
115. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/3/2003
116. 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 ...

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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