A terrible, beetle-browed, mastiff-mouthed, yellow-skinned, broad-bottomed, grim-taciturn individual; with a pair of dull-cruel-lo...oking black eyes, and as much Parliamentary intellect and silent-rage in him ... as I have ever seen in any man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now Air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd Bat, With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing,... Or where the Beetle winds His small but sullen Horn,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,... The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The greatest hero of Greece was Hercules. He was a personage of quite another order from the great hero of Athens, Theseus. He was... what all Greece except Athens most admired. The Athenians were different from the other Greeks and their hero therefore was different. Theseus was, of course, bravest of the brave as all heroes are, but unlike other heroes he was as compassionate as he was brave and a man of great intellect as well as great bodily strength. It was natural that the Athenians should have such a hero because they valued thought and ideas as no other part of the country did. In Theseus their ideal was embodied. But Hercules embodied what the rest of Greece most valued. His qualities were those the Greeks in general honored and admired. Except for unflinching courage, they were not those that distinguished Theseus. Hercules was the strongest man on earth and he had the supreme self-confidence magnificent physical strength gives. He considered himself on an equality with the gods.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives li...ves by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
After the planet becomes theirs, many millions of years will have to pass before a beetle particularly loved by God, at the end of... its calculations will find written on a sheet of paper in letters of fire that energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the square of the velocity of light. The new kings of the world will live tranquilly for a long time, confining themselves to devouring each other and being parasites among each other on a cottage industry scale.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was an old woman and she lived in a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.... She crumm'd 'em some porridge without any bread And she borrowed a beetle, and she knocked 'em all on the head. Then out went the old woman to bespeak 'em a coffin And when she came back she found' em all a-loffing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear... With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon... In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »