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The cattle upon a thousand hills.
— Cattle
The cattle upon a thousand hills.
The cattle are grazing,There are forty feeding like one!
They are as numerous, as numerous as the grasses which break through the earth. [...] They are as numerous as the grasses which break through the earth. Their are translucent lapis lazuli. Their are the colour of the rising moon. The cows with their calves are numerous and are precious cuba stone. [...] He who loves the cows herds them into the pen. [He] who loves the cows rounds up the cows. [...] Their butter is holy butter, their milk is holy milk.
My troops are bound to me as a cow is bound to its calf.
God sends a curst cow short horns.
A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden.
The friendly cow all red and white, To eat with apple-tart.
I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.
All is not butter that comes from the cow.
To country people Cows are mild,And all the cattle seem to know.
His knowledge of country lore was a little hazy, but he felt fairly sure that if the cows lay down, it meant rain. If they were standing it would probably be fine. These cows were taking it in turns to execute slow and solemn somersaults; and Tyler wondered what it presaged for the weather.
I never saw a Purple Cow,I'd rather see than be one.
The Moo-cow-moo's got a tail like a rope All over the moo-cow's nose.
You may rezoloot till the cows come home.
Thank you, pretty cow, that madePleasant milk to soak my bread.
He who ignores a rival, does not get to eat everything up, like the bull which ignores the bull at its side. But he who acknowledges a contest can be the outright winner, like the bull which acknowledges the bull at its side.
Bullfight critics row on rowAnd he's the man who fights the bull.
I'm as strong as a bull moose and you can use me to the limit.
The heavens were separated from the earth, … my father Enlil created me in a single day, and then the Tigris charged like a great wild bull.
A wilful plough-ox should be put back in the track, a balking ass should be made to take the straight path.
The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib.
As an ox goeth to the slaughter.
Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.
You should not move the oxen from their places!
Furrows are pleasant to a threshing ox.
And the plain ox,With all the pomp of harvest.
