Anonymous


Anonymous Poems

1. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
2. Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble 10/15/2015
3. Sir Gowther 10/27/2015
4. Emare 10/27/2015
5. Sir Degare 10/27/2015
6. Erle of Tolous 10/27/2015
7. Lay le Freine 10/27/2015
8. Although things are not perfect 11/10/2015
9. Red River Valley 11/14/2015
10. The Devil's Nine Questions 11/25/2015
11. The Cruel Mother 11/25/2015
12. Christmas Presents 12/14/2015
13. Santa's New Idea 12/14/2015
14. The Night After Christmas 12/14/2015
15. Christmas is Coming 12/14/2015
16. Lend a Hand 2/3/2016
17. I'll Stretch It a Little 2/3/2016
18. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
19. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
20. I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning 2/16/2016
21. Twelfth Song of Thunder 2/19/2016
22. Moo, Moo, Brown Cow 3/25/2016
23. The Bridge Builder 2/3/2016
24. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
25. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
26. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
27. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
28. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
29. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
30. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
31. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
32. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
33. Key To Friendship 12/10/2014
34. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
35. Courage 1/3/2015
36. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
37. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
38. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
39. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
40. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 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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The Old Cloak

THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold,
   And frost it freezeth on every hill,
And Boreas blows his blast so bold
   That all our cattle are like to spill.
Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;
   She said unto me quietlye,
Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life!
   Man, put thine old cloak about thee!

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