Farmer

(redirected from Farmers)
Also found in: Dictionary, Thesaurus.

Farmer

John. ?1565--1605, English madrigal composer and organist
References in classic literature ?
"The poor farmers," Ernest once laughed savagely; "the trusts have them both coming and going."
As yet, few farmers have learned to appreciate the value of quality in telephone service, as they have in other lines.
The farmer was greasing a wagon in front of the barn, and Jurgis went to him.
The few neighbours of the Squire's own rank every now and then would shrug their shoulders as they drove or rode by a party of boys with Tom in the middle, carrying along bulrushes or whispering reeds, or great bundles of cowslip and meadow-sweet, or young starlings or magpies, or other spoil of wood, brook, or meadow; and Lawyer Red-tape might mutter to Squire Straight-back at the Board that no good would come of the young Browns, if they were let run wild with all the dirty village boys, whom the best farmers' sons even would not play with.
The queen buys him of his master the farmer, and presents him to the king.
Those summer days which some of my contemporaries devoted to the fine arts in Boston or Rome, and others to contemplation in India, and others to trade in London or New York, I thus, with the other farmers of New England, devoted to husbandry.
'Well, I must lie down outside,' said Little Klaus; and the farmer's wife shut the door in his face.
"You had better go into the house, wife," said the farmer; "Bill wants a lesson about this, and I must see that he gets it; this is not the first time, nor the second, that he has ill-used that pony, and I shall stop it.
"Ah, you little thief!" said the Farmer in an angry voice.
"`Never mind,'" said the farmer. "`They are ears just the same,'" which was true enough.
In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.
We children who were used to the free range of woods and fields were homesick for the country in our narrow city yard, and I associate with this longing the 'Farmer's Boy of Bloomfield,' which my father got for me.

Full browser ?