There was really something majestic in that horse's figure 

and in the terrible union in him of repulsive indications of

decreptitude, emphasized by the motley color of his hair, 

and his manner which expressed the self-confidence and 

calm assurance that go with beauty and strength. Like a 

living ruin he stood alone in the midst of the dewey 

meadow..

-from Kholstromer, a Horse named Yardstick, 

by Leo Tolstoy