Why is the word "poastings" literally spelled wrong on this website?

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Macrobius

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Some new arrivals seem to be under the misapprehension that the Phora is an English-language site.

We speak a dialect of Friesian.[1] Good Butter and Good Cheese makes Huwhyte English and Good Phoran.

[1]: https://friesian.com/

Hope this helps. https://www.academia.edu/38167083/Old_English_and_Old_Frisian?email_work_card=view-paper

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.
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To a Mouse by Robert Burns | Poetry Foundation

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
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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!

(for our German speaking contingent, Scots is to English as Platt is to Deutsch)

tl;dr #GangAftAgley

The Phora is a Reivin' site, mate (nice thread on border warfare by Aristocratic Fury)

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@LandsknechtPike: 16th century Anglo-Scottish border was plagued with terrible violence. Bands of border reivers pillaged the land and engaged in feuds with other reiving clans. No one was safe from these marauders!...…
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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".
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The Phora is also a Hot Trod phorum. I think it's about automobiles.
 
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