If you have courage and wisdom, emigrate you will, some of you, instead of stopping here to scramble over each other's backs for the scraps, like black-beetles in a kitchen.

" Reginald brought the bandage and then stood moodily striking at a beetle with his riding whip.

He is the beetle of the pedlar tribe.

The judge had a task beyond his preparation, yet his position remained real; he was there to represent a great reality, the justice of states, which we could well enough see beetling over his head, and which his trifling talk nowise affected, and did not impede, since he was entirely well-meaning.

The most celebrated forms of animal worship were the bulls at Memphis, sacred to Osiris, or, as some think, to the sun; the cat to Phtha, and the beetle to Re.

She sang yon song the whole night long, And washed the linen clean; The linen that would wrap the dead She beetled on a stone, She stood with dripping hands, blood-red, Low singing all alone His linen robes are pure and white,

The glen was very narrow, and the mountains seemed to beetle above it so as to shut out half the sunlight.

Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill, Beetle at the candle, Or a fife's small fame, Maintain by accident That they proclaim.

He is depicted in the form of a man having a beetle for a head, and this insect became his emblem because it was supposed to be self-begotten and self-produced.

Hereupon Legrand arose, with a grave and stately air, and brought me the beetle from a glass case in which it was enclosed.

There's more Lice than Beetles in Fife.

The Egyptians revere the beetle as a living and breathing image of the sun, quoth Porphyry.

A couple of specimens of land birds were shot; one of them resembled a Meliphagus, although its stomach was filled with small beetles, finely broken up;* its head was covered with yellow pollen, out of a flower resembling the mallow, which is frequently resorted to by small beetles during the heat of the day, when the petal closing over them they are extracted, with some difficulty, by the bird.

Why come you here?" Said the Beetle inside the bark Unto the crafty Woodpecker Who rapped on the pine-tree in the park.

The girl glared back at him, her splendid brows beetling like an Amazon's.

Within that dell I love to hear The flies with their tumultuous humming, And solitary beetles near Amid the bushes softly drumming.

I walk not by the sounding sea; I dwell full many leagues from shore And still an echo drifts to me Of the eternal, constant roar Of waves, that beetle past the crags And moan in weary flights of song Where wet sea moss and coral drags The shiny lengths of sand along.