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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alnaschar and the Oxen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a pasture in a valley where the hanging woods divide,<br>And a Herd lies down and ruminates in peace;<br>Where the pheasant rules the nooning, and the owl the twilight tide,<br>And the war-cries of our world die out and cease.<br>Here I cast aside the burden that each weary week-day brings <br>And, delivered from the shadows I pursue, <br>On peaceful, postless, Sabbaths I consider Weighty Things <br>Such as Sussex Cattle feeding in the dew! <br>At the gate beside the river where the trouty shallows brawl, <br>I know the pride that Lobengula felt, <br>When he bade the bars be lowered of the Royal Cattle Kraal, <br>And fifteen miles of oxen took the veldt. <br>From the walls of Bulawayo in unbroken file they came <br>To where the Mount of Council cuts the blue . . . <br>I have only six and twenty, but the principle's the same <br>With my Sussex Cattle feeding in the dew! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a luscious sound of tearing, where the clovered herbage rips, <br>Level-backed and level-bellied watch 'em move. <br>See those shoulders, guess that heart-girth, praise those loins, admire those hips, <br>And the tail set low for flesh to make above! <br>Count the broad unblemished muzzles, test the kindly mellow skin <br>And, where yon heifer lifts her head at call, <br>Mark the bosom's just abundance 'neath the gay and cleancut chin, <br>And those eyes of Juno, overlooking all! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is colour, form and substance, I will put it to the proof <br>And, next season, in my lodges shall be born <br>Some very Bull of Mithras, flawless from his agate hoof <br>To his even-branching ivory, dusk-tipped horn. <br>He shall mate with block-square virgins - kings shall seek his like in vain, <br>While I multiply his stock a thousandfold, <br>Till an hungry world extol me, builder of a lofty strain <br>That turns one standard ton at two years old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There's a valley, under oakwood, where a man may dream his dream,<br>In the milky breath of cattle laid at ease, <br>Till the moon o'ertops the alders, and her image chills the stream,<br>And the river-mist runs silver round their knees! <br>Now the footpaths fade and vanish; now the ferny clumps deceive; <br>Now the hedgerow-folk possess their fields anew; <br>Now the Herd is lost in darkness, and I bless them as I leave, <br>My Sussex Cattle feeding in the dew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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And a Herd lies down and ruminates in peace;
Where the pheasant rules the nooning, and the owl the twilight tide,
And the war-cries of our world die out and cease.
Here I cast aside the..."></div>
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