Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

41. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
42. Quia Amore Langueo 1/4/2003
43. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
44. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/3/2003
45. The Bonnie House O' Airlie 1/4/2003
46. Hey Nonny No! 1/4/2003
47. O Burr 1/4/2003
48. Riddle 1/3/2003
49. Midnight Special 1/3/2003
50. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
51. Helen Of Kirconnell 1/4/2003
52. The Queen's Marie 1/4/2003
53. Madrigal, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody 1/4/2003
54. Old English Riddle 1/20/2003
55. The Wife Of Usher's Well 1/4/2003
56. The Nut-Brown Maid 1/4/2003
57. The Bells Of Hell 1/3/2003
58. Twa Corbies 1/3/2003
59. Spring-Tide 1/4/2003
60. The Lass Of Lochroyan 1/4/2003
61. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 1/3/2003
62. Preparations 1/4/2003
63. Courage 1/3/2015
64. Lusty May 1/4/2003
65. Soldiers Who Wish To Be A Hero 1/3/2003
66. Pipe And Can 1/4/2003
67. To A Nun 1/3/2003
68. I Have A Gentil Cock 1/3/2003
69. London Bells 1/3/2003
70. The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs 1/4/2003
71. Binnorie 1/4/2003
72. Balow 1/4/2003
73. Cuckoo Song 1/4/2003
74. This World's Joy 1/4/2003
75. Icarus, Robert Jones's Second Book Of Songs And Airs 1/4/2003
76. Carol 1/4/2003
77. The Seven Virgins 1/4/2003
78. The Forsaken Bride 1/3/2003
79. Edom O'Gordon 1/3/2003
80. My Heart Is High Above 1/4/2003
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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