Anonymous Poems

1. On A Tired Housewife 3/20/2015
2. The Unquiet Grave 7/14/2015
3. Epilogue To The Padlock 8/11/2015
4. The Nameless Maiden 3/20/2015
5. Little Lessons 3/20/2015
6. Mr Nobody 4/22/2015
7. The Twelve Days Of Christmas 12/15/2014
8. There Once Was A Man From Nantucket 2/3/2015
9. Death Of An Innocent 3/21/2015
10. I Eat My Peas with Honey 7/22/2015
11. Sister Without Peer 2/12/2015
12. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
13. It Takes Courage 1/3/2015
14. May In The Green-Wood 1/4/2003
15. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 1/4/2003
16. Courage 1/3/2015
17. The Bonny Earl Of Murray 1/4/2003
18. Godfrey Gordon 1/3/2003
19. Key To Friendship 12/10/2014
20. Phillada Flouts Me 1/4/2003
21. The Braes O'Yarrow 1/3/2003
22. Quia Amore Langueo 1/4/2003
23. The Dowie Houms Of Yarrow 1/4/2003
24. The Miracle Of Friendship 12/9/2014
25. She'Ll Be Comin' Round The Mountain 1/3/2003
26. The Bonnie House O' Airlie 1/4/2003
27. Hey Nonny No! 1/4/2003
28. O Burr 1/4/2003
29. Riddle 1/3/2003
30. Midnight Special 1/3/2003
31. The Queen's Marie 1/4/2003
32. Lusty May 1/4/2003
33. Madrigal, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody 1/4/2003
34. Old English Riddle 1/20/2003
35. The Wife Of Usher's Well 1/4/2003
36. The Nut-Brown Maid 1/4/2003
37. Helen Of Kirconnell 1/4/2003
38. The Bells Of Hell 1/3/2003
39. Twa Corbies 1/3/2003
40. Spring-Tide 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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