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 »
Spirit of her I love, Whispering to me,... Stories of sweet visions, as I rove, Here stop, and crop with me Sweet flowers that in the still hour grew,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 »
I discuss with myself questions of politics, love, taste, or philosophy. I let my mind rove wantonly, give it free rein to follow ...any idea, wise or mad that may present itself.... My ideas are my harlots.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 »
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 »
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 »
Ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons... The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »