Anonymous Poems

  • 101.  
    The bluff March wind set out from home
    Before the peep of day,But nobody seemed to be glad he had come,
  • 102.  
    Quhen Flora had o'erfret the firth
    In May of every moneth queen;Quhen merle and mavis singis with mirth
  • 103.  
    O waly, waly, up the bank,
    And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side,
  • 104.  
    Says Tweed to Till-
    ‘What gars ye rin sae still?' Says Till to Tweed-
  • 105.  
    Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare?
    And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear? Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb,
  • 106.  
    True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
    A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;And there he saw a ladye bright
  • 107.  
    Wynter wakeneth al my care,
    Nou this leves waxeth bare;Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
  • 108.  
    There is a Lady sweet and kind,
    Was never face so pleased my mind;I did but see her passing by,
  • 109.  
    There lived a wife at Usher's well,
    And a wealthy wife was she;She had three stout and stalwart sons,
  • 110.  
    On a time the amorous Silvy
    Said to her shepherd, ‘Sweet, how do ye?Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,
  • 111.  
    As I was walking all alane
    I heard twa corbies making a mane:The tane unto the tither did say,
  • 112.  
    There were three ravens sat on a tree,
    They were as black as they might be.
  • 113.  
    All under the leaves and the leaves of life
    I met with virgins seven,And one of them was Mary mild,
  • 114.  
    Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane,
    Wi' ribbons in her hair;The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton
  • 115.  
    This winter's weather it waxeth cold,
    And frost it freezeth on every hill,And Boreas blows his blast so bold
  • 116.  
    He. Be it right or wrong, these men among
    On women do complain;Affirming this, how that it is
  • 117.  
    Jerusalem, my happy home,
    When shall I come to thee?When shall my sorrows have an end,
  • 118.  
    O western wind, when wilt thou blow
    That the small rain down can rain?Christ, that my love were in my arms
  • 119.  
    ‘O wha will shoe my bonny foot?
    And wha will glove my hand?And wha will bind my middle jimp
  • 120.  
    While that the sun with his beams hot
    Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain,Philon the shepherd, late forgot,
  • 121.  
    Late at een, drinkin' the wine,
    And ere they paid the lawin',They set a combat them between,
  • 122.  
    My blood so red
    For thee was shed,Come home again, come home again;
  • 123.  
    Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,
    O where hae ye been?They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
  • 124.  
    It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,
    When green grew aits and barley,That there fell out a great dispute
  • 125.  
    Weep you no more, sad fountains;
    What need you flow so fast?Look how the snowy mountains
  • 126.  
    Lenten ys come with love to toune,
    With blosmen ant with briddes roune, That al this blisse bryngeth;
  • 127.  
    Sister, awake! close not your eyes!
    The day her light discloses,And the bright morning doth arise
  • 128.  
    ‘Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'!
    Our gude ship sails the morn.'‘Now ever alack, my master dear,
  • 129.  
    The king sits in Dunfermline town
    Drinking the blude-red wine;‘O whare will I get a skeely skipper
  • 130.  
    Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;
    If now I be disdainèd I wish my heart had never known ye.What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?
  • 131.  
    In a valley of this restles mind
    I sought in mountain and in mead,Trusting a true love for to find.
  • 132.  
    Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord,
    Should of his own accordFriendly himself invite,
  • 133.  

  • 134.  
    Phyllida. Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
    Titan shineth clear.Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
  • 135.  
    O what a plague is love!
    How shall I bear it?She will inconstant prove,
  • 136.  
    Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
    How this rose began to sprynge;Swych a rose to myn lykynge
  • 137.  
    I saw my Lady weep,
    And Sorrow proud to be advancèd soIn those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
  • 138.  
    My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,
    For I am set in luve as well as I would wissI luve my lady pure and she luvis me again,
  • 139.  
    In somer when the shawes be sheyne,
    And leves be large and long,Hit is full merry in feyre foreste
  • 140.  
    My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
    It doth so well become her;For every season she hath dressings fit,
  • 141.  
    O Lusty May, with Flora queen!
    The balmy dropis from Phoebus sheen Preluciand beams before the day:
  • 142.  
    Over the mountains
    And over the waves,Under the fountains
  • 143.  
    Love not me for comely grace,
    For my pleasing eye or face,Nor for any outward part,
  • 144.  
    Love wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly
    Far from base earth, but not to mount too high: For true pleasure
  • 145.  
    At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
    With prayers oft repeated!Yet still my love is thwarted:
  • 146.  
    Hey nonny no!
    Men are fools that wish to die!Is ‘t not fine to dance and sing
  • 147.  
    I wish I were where Helen lies,
    Night and day on me she cries;O that I were where Helen lies,
  • 148.  
    The reivers they stole Fair Annie,
    As she walk'd by the sea;But a noble knight was her ransom soon,
  • 149.  
    ‘Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
    Edward, Edward?Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude,
  • 150.  
    It fell about the Martinmas,
    When the wind blew shrill and cauld,Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
Total 203 poems written by Anonymous

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All The Hills And Vales Along
 by Charles Hamilton Sorley

All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.

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