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My, g**, he was as strong as a team of oxen. That would be strong right? By James Patterson Oxen Strong Team

Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain. By Horace Happy Business Mortals Cultivates Fathers

The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands. By Ivan Goncharov Burghers Cattle Complete Horns Hands

O for a horse with wings! By William Shakespeare Wings Horse

"And I stole some oxen jerky out of Bercelak's bag. He makes the best oxen jerky.""Bercelak the Vengeful cooks?""Aye. And he's surprisingly good at it, too! By G.a. Aiken Bercelak Aye Bag Oxen Stole

People eat meat and think they will become as strong as an ox, forgetting that the ox eats grass. By Pino Caruso People Forgetting Grass Meat Strong

Happy he who far from business persuitsTills and re-tills his ancestral landsWith oxen of his own breedingHaving no slavish yoke about his neck. By Horace Happy Neck Business Persuitstills Retills

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen. By Francois Rabelais Oxen Folly Put Plough Front

An ant on the move does more than a dozing ox. By Lao-Tzu Ant Move Dozing

We can ask and ask but we can't have again what once seemed ours for ever - the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touch of a hand, a loved face. They've gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. All this happened so long ago. And I never returned, never wrote, never met anyone who might have given me news of Oxgodby. So, in memory, it stays as I left it, a sealed room furnished by the past, airless, still, ink long dry on a put-down pen. But this was something I knew nothing of as I closed the gate and set off across the meadow. By J.l. Carr Looked Fields Floor Voice Hand

But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on. By Lord Byron Goat Isles Doubt Kid Mutton

The orange sun is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday's blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill. By Isaac Babel Head Heads Gentle Clouds Orange

A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad. By Sophocles Goad Broadbacked Driven Straight Road

things riding mules By Daniel Abraham Things Mules Riding

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Plough Fly

We've dug our holes and hallowed caves Put goblin foes in shallow graves This day our work is just begun In the mines where silver rivers runBeneath the stone the metal gleams Torches shine on silver streams Beyond the eyes of he spying sun In the mines where silver rivers runThe hammers chime on Mithral pure As dwarven mines in days of yore A craftsman's work is never done In the mines where silver rivers runTo dwarven gods we sing or praise Put another orc in a shallow grave We know our work has just began In the mines where silver rivers run By R.a. Salvatore Mines Silver Rivers Put Work

Indeed, the life of cattle, like that of many men, is but a sort of locomotiveness; they move a side at a time, and man, by his machinery, is meeting the horse and the ox half-way. By Henry David Thoreau Cattle Men Locomotiveness Time Man

You're searching for unicorns among mules. By Sanjay Nigam Mules Searching Unicorns

Now I have a sheep and cow, everybody bids me good morrow. By Benjamin Franklin Cow Morrow Sheep Bids Good

grandmothers. Elephants By Boyd Varty Grandmothers Elephants

When the chopper would praise a pine, he will commonly tell you that the one he cut was so big that a yoke of oxen stood on its stump; as if that were what the pine had grown for, to become the footstool of oxen. By Henry David Thoreau Oxen Pine Stump Chopper Praise

My future," Joe said, "is Ox." Ah god, that made me ache. "Is that so?" Mom asked. "How do you figure?" "He's really nice," Joe said seriously. "And smells good. And he makes me happy. And I want to do nothing more than put my mouth on him." "Ah By T.j. Klune Joe Future God Ache Made

Who are the farmer's servants? ... Geology and Chemistry, the quarry of the air, the water of the brook, the lightning of the cloud, the castings of the worm, the plough of the frost. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Servants Farmer Chemistry Geology Air

Sheep and goats and cowsgather 'round a manger bedto awe at a babe. By Richelle E. Goodrich Sheep Cowsgather Round Babe Goats

Give me a hot coal glowing bright red, Give me an ember sizzling with heat, These are the jewels made from my beak. We fly between the flames and never get singed We plunge through the smoke and never cringe. The secrets of fire, its strange winds, its rages, We know it all as it rampages Through forests, through canyons, Up hillsides and down. We track it. We'll find it. Take coals by the pound. We'll yarp in the heart of the hottest flame Then bring back its coals an make them tame. For we are the colliers brave and beyond all We are the owls of the colliering chaw! By Kathryn Lasky Give Red Heat Beak Hot

In this new hall the factions regroup in their old places. Legendre the butcher bawls out a Brissotin: "I'll slaughter you!" "First," says the deputy, "have a decree passed to say that I am an ox. By Hilary Mantel Places Hall Factions Regroup Brissotin

Said the reeve to the maid who was fresh to the farm'Let me show you the beasts of the yard!' Here's a cow that gives milk, and a pig that's for hamHere's a cur and a goat and a lamb;Here's a horse tall and proud, and a well-trained old hawk,But the thing you should see is this excellent cock! By Scott Lynch Yard Reeve Maid Fresh Farmlet

Bloody bullocks, beggin' your pardon, gentlemen, but they'd take the wooden leg off a cripple to kindle a fire! By Alexander Kent Beggin Gentlemen Bloody Bullocks Pardon

Goats and monkies! By William Shakespeare Goats Monkies

Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people. By Samuel Johnson Oats England Scotland Grain Horses

With their ship, the Horse, They ply the sea of grass, They stalk the walking mountains, With stones they make their beds. By Greg Keyes Horse Ship Grass Mountains Beds

One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do ... And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf. By Sam Walter Foss Calves Trail Askew Calf Day

Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers. By Ernest Hemingway, Red Swine Mother Rapers Eaters

Who will sell the Cow, must say the word. By George Herbert Cow Word Sell

The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings? By Leigh Bardugo Yoke Wings Feels Feel Bird

He said." Jojen frowned. "This ... Coldhands?""That wasn't his true name," said Gilly, rocking. "We only called him that, Sam and me. His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk.""His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck."His elk?" said Meera, startled."His ravens?" said Jojen."Hodor?" said Hodor."Was he green?" Bran wanted to know. "Did he have antlers?"The fat man was confused. "The elk?""Coldhands," said Bran impatiently. "The green men ride on elks, Old Nan used to say. Sometimes they have antlers too. By George R R Martin Bran Elk Coldhands Ravens Antlers

Misery and pride. 'On horseback, death and a peacock'. By Milan Kundera Misery Pride Horseback Death Peacock

ORTHODOX, n. An ox wearing the popular religious joke. By Ambrose Bierce Orthodox Joke Wearing Popular Religious

The horse and the cow, the rabbit and the cat, the deer and the hare, the pheasant and the lark, please us better as friends than as meat. By Elisee Reclus Cow Cat Hare Lark Meat

Horses lend us the wings we lack. By Pam Brown Horses Lack Lend Wings

Oxytocin is love. Oxytocin is within you. By Paul J. Zak Oxytocin Love

Now I've a sheep and a cow, every body bids me good morrow. By Benjamin Franklin Cow Morrow Sheep Body Bids

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots? By Christina Rossetti Men Fruits Roots Goblin Buy

He who makes soup of thistles is ill qualified to discuss the savor of a stalled ox.Chinese Sayings By Helen Evans Brown Makes Soup Thistles Ill Qualified

Windmills were giants, and the monks' mules dromedaries, flocks of sheep armies of enemies, By Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra Windmills Giants Dromedaries Flocks Enemies

Msabu's bleeding. She does not have this ox. This lion is hungry. He does not have this ox. This wagon is heavy. It doesn't have this ox. God is happy, msabu. He plays with us. By Karen Blixen Bleeding Msabu Hungry Lion Heavy

The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for? By Anne Robinson Welsh

For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together. By April Genevieve Tucholke Glen Men Sake Braved Goblin

Then the Spirit of God came powerfully upon Saul, and he became very angry. 7 He took two oxen and cut them into pieces and sent the messengers to carry them throughout Israel with this message: "This is what will happen to the oxen of anyone who refuses to follow Saul and Samuel into battle! By Anonymous Spirit God Saul Angry Powerfully

I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty horizontally swung horns were not approaching, but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished. By Isak Dinesen Buffalo Sky Massive Ironlike Approaching

English dragoons By Diana Gabaldon English Dragoons

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. By Ian Anderson Heavy Horse Brewing Bring Weather

A team of horses cannot overtake a word that has left the mouth. By Wu Cheng'en Mouth Team Horses Overtake Word

I thought of my river, the Afon-Lwydd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he said, that fringed the banks ten deep, planted by the wind of the mountains. But no salmon leap in the river now, for it is black with furnace washings and slag, and the great silver fish have been beaten back to the sea or gasped out of their lives on sands of coal. No alders stand now for thy have been chopped as fuel for the cold blast. Even the mountains are shells, groaning in their hollows of emptiness, trembling to the arrows of the pit-props in their sides, bellowing down the old workings that collapse in unseen dust five hundred feet below. Plundered is my country, violated, raped. By Alexander Cordell Alders Afonlwydd Youth River Salmon

This is a time for beasts, Jaime reflected, for lions and wolves and angry dogs, for ravens and carrion crows. By George R R Martin Jaime Beasts Reflected Dogs Crows

It'll be with me like it was with Uncle Ned's ole ox, I reckon; he kep' a-goin' an' a-goin' till he died a-standin' up, an' even then they had to push him over. By Alice Hegan Rice Agoin Uncle Ned Reckon Kep

Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters bend wood; the wise master themselves. By Gautama Buddha Irrigators Waters Fletchers Arrows Carpenters

Horses: dangerous on both ends and crafty in the middle By Arthur Conan Doyle Horses Dangerous Middle Ends Crafty

Red cattle," Annabeth said. "The cattle of the sun.""What?" I [Percy] asked."They're sacred to Apollo.""Holy cows? By Rick Riordan Annabeth Red Percy Cattle Apollo

Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, And so today the farmer shakes his head, More and more often sighing that his work, The labour of his hands, has come to naught. By Lucretius Pastures Arbors Underfed Vineyards Harvests

But if oxen (and horses) and lions had hands or could draw with hands and create works of art like those made by men, horses would draw pictures of gods like horses, and oxen of gods like oxen, and they would make the bodies [of their gods] in accordance with the form that each species itself possesses. By Steven Weinberg Gods Oxen Horses Hands Draw

What do you see?" asked Ned, his voice hushed."I see ... I see ... an elephant.""Elephant," Lord Blakely repeated, as he transcribed herwords. "I hope that isn't the extent of your prediction.Unless, Ned, you plan to marry into the genus Loxodonta."Ned blinked. "Loxo-wha?""Comprised, among others, of pachyderms. By Courtney Milan Ned Asked Hushed Elephant Voice

Destriers began to perish of exhaustion and exposure. "What is a knight without a horse?" men riddled. "A snowman with a sword. By George R R Martin Destriers Exposure Began Perish Exhaustion

Elusive, spectacular, utterly at home, the fact of these British goshawks makes me happy. Their existence gives the lie to the thought that the wild is always something untouched by human hearts and hands. The wild can be human work. It By Helen Macdonald British Elusive Spectacular Utterly Home

Boxer and Clover would harness themselves to the cutter or the horse-rake (no bits or reins were needed in these days, of course) and tramp steadily round and round the field with a pig walking behind and calling out 'Gee up, comrade!' or 'Whoa back, comrade!' as the case might be. And every animal down to the humblest worked at turning the hay and gathering it. Even the ducks and hens toiled to and fro all day in the sun, carrying tiny wisps of hay in their beaks. In the end they finished the harvest in two days' less time than it had usually taken Jones and his men. Moreover, it was the biggest harvest that the farm had ever seen. There was no wastage whatever; the hens and ducks with their sharp eyes had gathered up the very last stalk. And not an animal on the farm had stolen so much as a mouthful. By George Orwell Comrade Round Gee Whoa Clover

They came as quietly as rain, and went away like mists drifting. There were jests about them and songs. And the songs outlasted the jests. At last they became a legend, which haunted those farms for ever: they were spoken of when men told of hopeless quests, and held up to laughter or glory, whichever men had to give. And By Lord Dunsany Rain Drifting Quietly Mists Jests

Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory. Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free. By John Denver Ivory Horses Creatures Worship Earth

Don't tell me you've been harboring secret fantasies about the farm laborers.''Of course not,' she said, 'although ... 'There was no way he was going to let those words trail off into oblivion. 'Although?' he prompted.She looked a bit sheepish. 'Well, they do look terribly ... *elemental* ... out there in the sun, toiling away.'He smiled. Slowly, like a man about to feast upon his dream come true. By Julia Quinn Harboring Secret Fantasies Farm Laborers

They are a family of cows - so humble and honest. By Pawan Mishra Cows Honest Family Humble

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys. By George R R Martin Handless Boys Lannister Noseless

Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you.~Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer) By J.r.r. Tolkien Dragons Elves Hamfast Gamgee Gaffer

Come with us," I said, "and we will make you oarlock makers of men." "What?" said Joshua. "That's what they were doing when we came up. Making an oarlock. Now you see how stupid that sounds?" "It's not the same. By Christopher Moore Men Joshua Make Makers Oarlock

They wept no animal's tears. They mourned in a great wickerwork of hard muscle and ragged breath. The hot smell of their coats, their black lips pulled back over ivory teeth, stiff sprays of white whiskers; their heavy hair plaited with silver and faience. Their thick hides shivered, as cattle will shiver away flies.I sweated and tried not to clear my throat. By Carla Speed Mcneil Tears Wept Animal Breath Mourned

A beautiful antelope panting under the fangs of a tiger, a defenceless ox, groaning beneath the butcher's axe, is a spectacle, which instantly awakens compassion in a virtuous and unvitiated breast. Many there are, however, sufficiently hardened to the rebukes of justice and the precepts of humanity, as to regard the deliberate butchery of thousands of their species, as a theme of exultation and a source of honour, and to consider any failure in these remorseless enterprises as a defect in the system of things. The criteria of order and disorder are as various as those beings from whose opinions and feelings they result. By Christopher Hitchens Tiger Groaning Axe Spectacle Breast

Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty. By Barbara Bartholomew Nordlings Men Creatures Cruelty Great

Svein had offered to talk. The Danes, quite suddenly, had stopped raiding. Instead they had settled in Cridianton and sent an embassy to Exanceaster, and Svein and Odda had made their private peace. "We sell them horses," Harald said, "and they pay well for them. Twenty shillings a stallion, fifteen a mare." "You sell them horses," I said flatly. "So they will go away," Harald explained. Servants threw a big birch log onto the fire. Sparks exploded outward, scattering the hounds who lay just beyond the ring of hearth stones. "How many men does Svein lead?" I asked. "Many," Harald said. "Eight hundred?" I asked. "Nine?" Harald shrugged. "They came in twenty-four ships," I went By Bernard Cornwell Harald Svein Talk Danes Horses

Neither an ox nor a donkey is able to stop the progress of socialism. By Erich Honecker Socialism Donkey Stop Progress

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath? By Homer Men Breath Children Leaves Drop

There was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their By Arthur Conan Doyle Garden Mews Lane Runs Wall

My ears hurt as if being tugged upon by pliers - yet I welcome the pain, as it heralds the completion of my journey to reunite with my Welsh ancestors. I hear them clearly now:We be *Tylwyth Teg*, the Fair Folk. We be your kinsfolk. *Mae ein gwaed yn eich gwaed*. Our blood is your blood. We be the Dea-kinsmen. Magick is our way. By Horton Deakins Welsh Pliers Pain Ancestors Tylwyth

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures. By Thomas De Quincey Creatures Cows Short Gentlest Breathing

I want a horse and plough, Chickens too, Just one cow, With a wistful moo. By Noel Coward Chickens Plough Cow Moo Horse

One too like thee: tameles, and Swift, and proud. By Percy Bysshe Shelley Tameles Swift Thee Proud

The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk. By Ogden Nash Ilk Moo Milk Cow Bovine

Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,Where in the purlieus of this forest standsA sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees? By William Shakespeare Good Morrow Fair Pray Trees

In the black hour before dawn, they stopped to let the horses drink and fed them each a handful of oats and a twist or two of hay. "We are not far from the place the wildlings died," said Qhorin. "From there, one man could hold a hundred. The right man." He looked at Squire Dalbridge.The squire bowed his head. "Leave me as many arrows as you can spare, brothers." He stroked his longbow. "And see my garron has an apple when you're home. He's earned it, poor beastie." He's staying to die, Jon realized.Qhorin clasped the squire's forearm with a gloved hand. "If the eagle flies down for a look at you...""...he'll sprout some new feathers. By George R R Martin Dawn Hay Squire Black Hour

The purple haze of the wych elms; the blue flash of a kingfisher's wings; the statuesque rightness of the milch cows in that green place chomping on the rich flood-grass. By Ronald Frame Elms Wings Floodgrass Purple Haze

For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses,roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winterfrost heaved your bones in the groundold toilers, soil makers:O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost. By Donald Hall Mackerel Riley Ned Nellie Chester

In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on. By Robinson Jeffers Envying Falcon Pleasant Peace Security

One is born into a herd of buffaloes and must be glad if one is not trampled under foot before one's time. By Albert Einstein Time Born Herd Buffaloes Glad

A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh. By William Langland Bitwene Men Asketh Fair Feeld

Cows sometimes wear an expression resembling wonderment arrested on its way to becoming a question. In the eye of superior intelligence, on the other hand, lies the nil admirari spread out like the monotony of a cloudless sky. By Friedrich Nietzsche Cows Question Wear Expression Resembling

The Ospreys, these children, were my life. Without them, I had nothing. But with them ... With them, I would take back my kingdom. By Jodi Meadows Ospreys Children Life Kingdom Back

The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. By Joseph Conrad Ivory Word Rang Air Whispered

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too. By Rick Riordan Bulls Mythologically Speaking Ladies Hill

Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green ... By James Joyce Green Oranges Laid Rust

Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay you low? By Percy Bysshe Shelley England Men Wherefore Low Plough

a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores. By George R R Martin Mullendores Butterflies Cloud

Look at these oafs, Ned. My wife insisted I take these two to squire for me, and they're worse than useless. Can't even put a man's armor on him properly. Squires, they say. I say they're swineherds dressed up in silk." Ned only needed a glance to understand the difficulty. "The boys are not at fault," he told the king. "You're too fat for your armor, Robert. By George R R Martin Oafs Ned Robert Armor Useless

O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light. By Jaggi Vasudev Cowherd War Bluebodied Playful Love