October's bellowing anger breakes and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodIn whose lament I hear a voice that grievesFor battle's fruitless harvest, and the feudOf outrage men. Their lives are like the leavesScattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownAlong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows.On the occasions when Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across the primeval swamps?the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It's one of the advantages Iget from being a bachelorand, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that.Plum
This dumb ox will fill the world with his bellowing.albertus magnus
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood, And thunder'd up into Heaven.