Blithe be the mind of the ploughman, vol.
"The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume VI" by Various
These are the Ploughman and the Priest (Plates 14 and 15).
"Holbein" by Beatrice Fortescue
But let Celebrity stand there and enjoy her hour; to-morrow the Ploughman will come.
"The Book of Khalid" by Ameen Rihani
While they were laughing, the ploughman came up with an axe and began to chop at the bush.
"The Unknown Quantity" by Henry van Dyke
Catriona set her fingers to her lips and whistled once, with an exceeding clear, strong, mounting note, as full as a ploughman's.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 11 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Chaucer has divided the ancient character of Hercules between his Miller and his Ploughman.
"English Critical Essays" by Various
On Thursday evening a ploughman, returning from work, stood upon this rail in order to mount his horse.
"Railway Adventures and Anecdotes extending over more than fifty years" by Various
Therefore the marvellous boy drank one bowl drugged with sudden, and the glorious ploughman many bowls drugged with lingering death.
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume I (of 2)" by John Wilson
Uncle Ebenezer trudged in the ditch, jogging from side to side like an old ploughman coming home from work.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 10 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Plainly he must find a ploughman.
"The Mountain Girl" by Payne Erskine
The seasons change, and then return;
Yet still, in blind, unsparing ways,
However I may shrink or yearn,
The ploughman measures out my days.
"The Ploughman" by Gordon Bottomley
There let the sweating ploughman toil,
The yearning miser count his gain,
The fevered scholar waste his oil,
But I am bounding o'er the main!
"The Ideal And The Actual" by Samuel Griswold Goodrich
Great is the sword and mighty is the pen,
But over all the labouring ploughman's blade—
For on its oxen and its husbandmen
An Empire's strength is laid.
"Beast and Man in India" by Rudyard Kipling
I see amid the fields of Ayr
A ploughman, who, in foul and fair,
Sings at his task
So clear, we know not if it is
The laverock's song we hear, or his,
Nor care to ask.
"Ultima Thule: Robert Burns" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Across a waste and solitary rise
A ploughman urges his dull team,
A stooped gray figure with prone brow
That plunges bending to the plough
With strong, uneven steps. The stream
Rings and re-echoes with his furious cries.
"An Autumn Landscape" by Archibald Lampman
One hand for tearing meat is huge as a whole province
through which a ploughman inches forward a corvette lingers
The hand wielding the sceptre has withered from distinction
has grown grey from old age like an ancient coin
"A Description Of The King" by Zbigniew Herbert
The traditional British pub lunch sandwich, the Ploughman's Sandwich, is quite simple.
The Ploughman and the Professor.
Robert 'Rabbie' Burns, the Ploughman Poet of Scotland.
Originating in the United Kingdom, a "ploughman's lunch" is a plate of bread, butter, cheese, and pickles served in pubs at midday.
Press Photo/Dianne Carroll Burdick Local and seasonal: Rye 's offerings include, clockwise from bottom, creamed chicken with morels and peas, green olive Caesar salad and the Ploughman's Platter.
Atmospheric, if a little faux, but a great ploughman's lunch.