Anonymous Poems

  • 1.  
    As I was walking all alane
    I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say,
  • 2.  
    If you evah go to Houston,
    You better walk right; You better not gamble
  • 3.  
    ON a time the amorous Silvy
    Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye? Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,
  • 4.  
    My dress is silent when I tread the ground
    Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air
  • 5.  
    "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
    And where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man!" "I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
  • 6.  
    She'll be comin' round the mountain,
    When she comes. She'll be comin' round the mountain,
  • 7.  
    MARTIAL, the things that do attain
       The happy life be these, I find:-- The richesse left, not got with pain;
  • 8.  
    Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore
    The boy who'd never shut the door His Father would Plead and mother implore
  • 9.  
    The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
    For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
  • 10.  
    Royal Charlie's now awa,
    Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa,
  • 11.  
    Soldiers who wish to be a hero
    Are practically zero. But those who wish to be civilians,
  • 12.  
    Two sticks and an apple,
    Ring the bells at Whitechapel.
  • 13.  
    I want to go home,
    I want to go home, I don't want to go in the trenches no more,
  • 14.  
    The falcon soars
    The town's gates are even higher
  • 15.  
    WEEP you no more, sad fountains;
       What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains
  • 16.  
    I saw a young mother
    With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows
  • 17.  
    LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
    How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge
  • 18.  
    The king sits in Dumferling toune,
    Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get guid sailor,
  • 19.  
    The sea hath many thousand sands,
    The sun hath motes as many; The sky is full of stars, and Love
  • 20.  
    Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
    That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms,
  • 21.  
    LOVE not me for comely grace,
    For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part,
  • 22.  
    The man cut his throat and left his head there.
    The others went to get it. When they got there they put the head in a sack.
  • 23.  
    The time when first I fell in love,
    Which now I must lament; The year wherein I lost such time
  • 24.  
    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;
  • 25.  
    I wish I were where Helen lies;
    Night and day on me she cries; Oh that I were where Helen lies
  • 26.  
    At liberty I sit and see
    Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn, Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me:
  • 27.  
    Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
    And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between,
  • 28.  
    I went to a party, Mom,
    I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom,
  • 29.  
    A moth, I thogh, munching a word.
    How marvellously weird! a worm Digesting a mans sayings -
  • 30.  
    My friend iudge not me,
    Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground,
  • 31.  
    SISTER, awake! close not your eyes!
       The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise
  • 32.  
    O Burr, O Burr, what hast though done?
    Thou hast shooted dead great Hamilton. You hid behind a bunch of thistle,
  • 33.  
    AS I was walking all alane
    I heard twa corbies making a mane: The tane unto the tither did say,
  • 34.  
    THERE lived a wife at Usher's well,
       And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons,
  • 35.  
    Rain on the green grass,
    And rain on the tree, And rain on the house top,
  • 36.  
    FAIN would I change that note
    To which fond Love hath charm'd me Long, long to sing by rote,
  • 37.  
    Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
    O, my Gawd, how they could love, They swore to be true to each other,
  • 38.  
    Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!
       Titan shineth clear. Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
  • 39.  
    Please God, forsake your water and dry bread,
    And fling the bitter cress you eat aside.Put by your rosary. In Mary's name leave chanting creeds
  • 40.  
    HIERUSALEM, my happy home,
       When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end,
  • 41.  
    It fell about the Martinmas,
    When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
  • 42.  
    O HAPPY dames! that may embrace
       The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case
  • 43.  
    IT fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,
       When green grew aits and barley, That there fell out a great dispute
  • 44.  
    MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane,
       Wi' ribbons in her hair; The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton
  • 45.  
    WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
    Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
  • 46.  
    It takes strength to conquer, it takes courage to surrender.
    It takes strength to be certain, it takes courage to have doubt. It takes strength to fit in, it takes courage to stand out.
  • 47.  
    SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
    If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?
  • 48.  
    God and the soldier
    All men adoreIn time of trouble,
  • 49.  
    Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
    I backbite many, yet I never talk:In secret places most I seek to hide me,
  • 50.  
    ALL under the leaves and the leaves of life
       I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild,
Total 203 poems written by Anonymous

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