Dr. Alan James 2.0
Megaphoron
Macrobius is correct and has won the debate.
Officer Crabtree is an honourary Phoron.Just had a burglar, flies, and a large croak at McGoylop's
Anglo-Frisian can be defined as the variety of West Germanic where the reflex of Proto-Indo-European ē is a front vowel in comparison with the reflex of the Proto- Germanic diphthong ai whereas the converse holds for the German and Scandinavian languages. The early divergences between Anglian, West Saxon and Kentish are the result of a chronological difference between two waves of migration from the region between the Elbe and the Weser in northern Germany that spread westwards along the coast in the 5th and 6th centuries. This is in accordance with the archaeological and genetic evidence.
To a Mouse
BY ROBERT BURNS
On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Bands of border reivers pillaged the land and engaged in feuds with other reiving clans.
No one was safe from these marauders!
These guys gave English language the word "blackmail".