Anonymous Poems

1. The Devil's Nine Questions -new- 11/25/2015
2. The Cruel Mother -new- 11/25/2015
3. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
4. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble 10/15/2015
5. Sir Gowther 10/27/2015
6. Emare 10/27/2015
7. Sir Degare 10/27/2015
8. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
9. Lay le Freine 10/27/2015
10. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
11. Red River Valley -new- 11/14/2015
12. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
13. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
14. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
15. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
16. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
17. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
18. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
19. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
20. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
21. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
22. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
23. Courage 1/3/2015
24. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
25. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
26. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
27. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
28. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
29. Key To Friendship 12/10/2014
30. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
31. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
32. O Burr 1/4/2003
33. The Braes O'Yarrow 1/3/2003
34. Quia Amore Langueo 1/4/2003
35. Midnight Special 1/3/2003
36. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
37. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/3/2003
38. The Bonnie House O' Airlie 1/4/2003
39. Hey Nonny No! 1/4/2003
40. Helen Of Kirconnell 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 ...

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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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