"Ween" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... most doleful and most mocking funeral! The sea-vultures all in pious mourning, the air-sharks all punctiliously in black or speckled. In life but few of them would have helped the whale, I ween, if peradventure he had needed it; but upon the banquet of his funeral they most piously do pounce. Oh, horrible vultureism of earth! from which not the mightiest whale ...
— Moby Dick; or The Whale • Herman Melville
... acquired such a grip That they took me into the partnership, And that junior partnership I ween, Was the only ship that I ever had seen: But that kind of ship so suited me, That now I am the Ruler of the ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... very beautiful stream, Of the Ouse a tributary; Up at Gusset Weir it's prettiest, I ween, Because there the ...
— The Fifth Form at Saint Dominic's - A School Story • Talbot Baines Reed
... those is made a pleasant dwelling 475 As reward for their works, in the wondrous city; Since they held in their hearts the holy teachings, Serving their Lord with loving souls By day and by night —and never ceasing— With fervent faith preferring their Lord 480 Above worldly wealth. They ween not, indeed, That long they will live in this life that is fleeting. A blessed earl earns by his virtue A home in heaven with the highest King, And comfort forever,— this he earns ere the close 485 Of his ...
— Old English Poems - Translated into the Original Meter Together with Short Selections from Old English Prose • Various
... and his wife and daughter, whom you sent for, and some gentlemen learned in the law, whom you didn't send for, I ween. There'll be strange doings at Lunnasting before long, Sir Marcus. Ho, ho, ho! 'The prince will hae his ain again, his ain again!'" And Lawrence, shouting and laughing, shuffled out of ...
— Ronald Morton, or the Fire Ships - A Story of the Last Naval War • W.H.G. Kingston
... the wondering sprite, And they leapt with smiles, for well I ween Never before in the bowers of light Had the form of an earthly Fay been seen. Long she looked in his tiny face; Long with his butterfly cloak she played; She smoothed his wings of azure lace, And handled the ...
— The Culprit Fay - and Other Poems • Joseph Rodman Drake
... dark and lone, For there the wild-bird's merry tone I hear from morn till night; And lovelier flowers are there, I ween, Than e'er in Eastern lands were ...
— The New McGuffey Fourth Reader • William H. McGuffey
... I ween it was a novel sight to see The white man landing in the vasty wild, Which each familiar creature seemed to flee, Where not a christian dwelling ever smiled, Nor e'er a well-known sound the ear beguiled, But all was wild and hideous—and the heart, Mayhap, ...
— Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems • James Avis Bartley
... more glad to me, Than to be made a queen, If I were sure they should endure: But it is often seen, When men will break promise they speak The wordis on the spleen. Ye shape some wile me to beguile, And steal from me, I ween: Then were the case worse than it was And I more wo-begone: For, in my mind, of all mankind I love but ...
— A Bundle of Ballads • Various
... arm or foot which bled; But for mere shame, and never such before Or after, dyed his cheek so deep a red, And if he rued his fall, it grieved him more His dame should lift him from his courser dead. He speechless had remained, I ween, if she Had not his prisoned tongue and ...
— Orlando Furioso • Lodovico Ariosto
... gates of Delhi. Hodson committed the deed deliberately. Several days before, he wrote to a friend to say that if he got into the palace of Delhi, "the House of Timour will not be worth five minutes' purchase, I ween." On the day after the deed he wrote: "In twenty-four hours I disposed of the principal members of the House of Timour the Tartar. I am not cruel; but I confess that I do rejoice in the opportunity of ridding the earth ...
— A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year - Volume Two (of Three) • Edwin Emerson
... arriving at Kiskindhya, Sugriva sent forth a loud roar deep as that of a cataract. Unable to bear that challenge, Vali was for coming out (but his wife) Tara stood in way, saying, "Himself endued with great strength, the way in which Sugriva is roaring, showeth, I ween, that he hath found assistance! It behoveth thee not, therefore, to go out!" Thus addressed by her, that king of the monkeys, the eloquent Vali, decked in a golden garland replied unto Tara of face beautiful as the moon, saying, "Thou understandest the voice of every ...
— The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Bk. 3 Pt. 2 • Translated by Kisari Mohan Ganguli
... that children, of nature, love pastime, and mislike learning; because, in their kind, the one is easy and pleasant, the other hard and wearisome. Which is an opinion not so true as some men ween. For the matter lieth not so much in the disposition of them that be young, as in the order and manner of bringing up by them that be old; nor yet in the difference of learning and pastime. For, beat a ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 2 • Charles Dudley Warner
... gold! 'twas the lust of wealth that urged my hand to ravish the grave. This know; but none hereafter, I ween, will be fain ...
— Grettir The Strong - Grettir's Saga • Unknown
... saith, "my roundelay; Curse God and die, and make an end. Fled is thine hope, and done thy day; The fleshworm is thine only friend. Thy mouth is fouled, and he, I ween, Alone can scour ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... go," cried Redwood, "don't stir from hyur till we've knocked 'em all over. Thur's some o' them with life enough left to do for a ween ...
— The Hunters' Feast - Conversations Around the Camp Fire • Mayne Reid
... by day? They burn, though all unseen! And love of purest ray Is like the stars, I ween: Unmark'd is the gentle light When the sunshine of joy appears, But ever, in sorrow's night, 'T ...
— Handy Andy, Vol. 2 - A Tale of Irish Life • Samuel Lover
... Spenser" might have sung, Yoked to the car two wing'ed steeds were seen, With eyes of fire and flashing hoofs outflung, As if Apollo's coursers they had been. These were quick Thought and Eloquence, I ween, Bounding together with impetuous speed, While overhead there waved a flag of green, Which seemed to urge still more each flying steed, Until they reached the goal the hero ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy
... midnight blast Makes solemn music! But the unceasing rill To the soft wren or lark's descending trill Murmurs sweet under-song 'mid jasmine bowers. In this same pleasant meadow at your will, I ween, you wander'd—there collecting flow'rs Of sober tint, and herbs of ...
— Reminiscences of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey • Joseph Cottle
... he, "and well I ween that I may not find that flower, till I ride farther in my quest and achieve ...
— The Blue Flower, and Others • Henry van Dyke
... shapes, till it is full Of men that struggle close, complex; Short-clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks Arching high; spear, shield, and all The panoply that doth recall Mighty war, such war as e'en For Helen's sake is waged, I ween. Purple is the groundwork: good! All the field is stained with blood. Blood poured out for Helen's sake; (Thread, run on; and, shuttle, shake!) But the shapes of men that pass Are as ghosts within a glass, Woven with whiteness of the swan, Pale, sad memories, gleaming wan From the garment's ...
— Rose and Roof-Tree - Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... priest that ties knots, so the knowin' ones say, In a neat little church in the town of Glenbeigh; If he 'll tie just one more, I 'll be thinkin', I ween, If there 's luck anywhere, there is ...
— Sprays of Shamrock • Clinton Scollard
... Every cloud disappear'd from the face of the sky; And the birds in the hedges more tunefully sung, And the bells in St. George's spontaneously rung; And the people, all seized with divine inspiration, Couldn't talk without rhyming and versification. But such matters, though vastly important, I ween, Are too long for ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ...
— Familiar Quotations • John Bartlett
... about, 'twas noised about, Full far 'twas noised I ween; King Sigurd has his daughter lost, She ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... upon the dark-blue sea, Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sail set, the gallant frigate tight; Mast, spires and strand, retiring to the sight, The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild ...
— The Two Admirals • J. Fenimore Cooper
... I ween is the wonderful sheen, That clothes trees and meadows with loveliest green, The buttercups bold, it need hardly be told, Are gilded by him with ...
— Christmas Roses • Lizzie Lawson
... its leaves of green To the little stream below; "'Tis only a snowbank's tears, I ween, Could talk to a monarch so. But where are you going so fast, so fast, And what do you think to do? Is there anything in the world at last For a babbling ...
— In the Early Days along the Overland Trail in Nebraska Territory, in 1852 • Gilbert L. Cole
... Nassau—monstrous, big balloon! Poor lunatics! they think they'll reach the moon! All onward rush in one perpetual ferment, No rest for mortals till they find interment; Old England is not what it once has been, Dogs have their days, and we've had ours, I ween. The country's gone! cut up by cruel railroads, They'll prove to many nothing short of jail-roads. The spirit vile of restless innovation At Fulham e'en has taken up his station. I landed here, on Father Thames's banks, ...
— A Walk from London to Fulham • Thomas Crofton Croker
... 'From his poor thrall he taketh all, and offers nought instead. The Father's grace,—the Son's mild face,—are all I crave,' he said. 'For any threat of any fate, wouldst follow his commands?' 'The fiery stake I'd rather make my portion at his hands!' The abbot's mien was bright, I ween, as 'twere a saint's in bliss: 'O fiend, 'tis well to seek for hell so pure a gem as this! O cunning foe, that round dost go these heavenward birds to snare, When every brighter line is vain, wouldst tempt them with despair? Bethink thee, Master. ...
— The Continental Monthly, Volume V. Issue I • Various
... Siegfried, how he slew a dragon with his own hand and sword, and how he bathed him in the dragon's blood, and made his skin so hard and horny that no sword may pierce it. Let us. therefore receive him with all courtesy; for verily he is a right strong and valiant knight, and 'tis better, I ween, to be ...
— Heroes Every Child Should Know • Hamilton Wright Mabie
... last, of our sport, home to dinner we run, And find that, two hours ago, dinner was done. But our meat and potatoes we relish quite well, Though cold—and the reason we scarcely need tell. Five hours spent in scudding and skating, I ween, 'Twould give to such lads ...
— Wreaths of Friendship - A Gift for the Young • T. S. Arthur and F. C. Woodworth
... To buy him a sheep a certain day; For he had solemnly vowed to slay, In sacrifice, a sheep that day, And wanted a sheep his vow to pay. Three neighboring rogues (The cunning dogs!) Finding this out, Went straight about (Moved, I ween, by the very Old Nick,) To play the Brahmin a ...
— Sanders' Union Fourth Reader • Charles W. Sanders
... gifts," he uttered, "little need is there, I ween, Arjun is not wont to tarry from ...
— Maha-bharata - The Epic of Ancient India Condensed into English Verse • Anonymous
... woman's trust— Write the characters in dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon's pale best, And each evanescent letter, Shall be clearer, firmer, better, And more permanent, I ween, Than the thing ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... strife without stinting. For the sake of no kindness Unto any of men of the main-host of Dane-folk Would he thrust off the life-bale, or by fee-gild allay it, Nor was there a wise man that needed to ween The bright boot to have at the hand of the slayer. The monster the fell one afflicted them sorely, That death-shadow darksome the doughty and youthful 160 Enfettered, ensnared; night by night was he faring The moorlands the misty. ...
— The Tale of Beowulf - Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats • Anonymous
... she'd wish to be Proof 'gainst the charms of Flattery, The task is hard, I ween; Self-love will whisper "'Tis quite true, Who can there be more fair than you? Who more admir'd, ...
— Poems • Sir John Carr
... mountains Thalaba Advanced, for well he ween'd that there had Fate Destined the adventure's end. Up a wide vale, winding amid their depths, A stony vale between receding heights Of stone, he wound his way. A cheerless place! The solitary Bee, Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 234, April 22, 1854 • Various
... of which a fair collection is printed in Mr. Brough Symth's Aborigines of Victoria.(1) Still better examples occur in Mrs. Langloh Parker's Australian Legends. Why is the crane so thin? Once he was a man named Kar-ween, the second man fashioned out of clay by Pund-jel, a singular creative being, whose chequered career is traced elsewhere in our chapter on "Savage Myths of the Origin of the World and of Man". Kar-ween and Pund-jel had a quarrel about the wives of the former, whom Pund-jel was inclined to admire. ...
— Myth, Ritual, and Religion, Vol. 1 • Andrew Lang
... was, I ween. (Three currants in a bun) Much travel had made him very keen. (And the bun was baked a ...
— The Scarlet Gown - being verses by a St. Andrews Man • R. F. Murray
... could. I believe what I can. If I have my private doubts, why should I set them up to perplex the community withal? There's a friend of mine in this very city—not to mention names—but a greater heretic, I ween, than even thou. But doth he shatter the peace of the vulgar? Nay, not he: he hath a high place in the synagogue, is a blessing to the Jewry, and confideth his doubts to me in epistles writ in elegant Latin. Nay, nay, Senhor Da Costa, ...
— Dreamers of the Ghetto • I. Zangwill
... fairies oft in their frolics flew To the fragrant isles of the Caribbee— Bright bosom-gems of a golden sea. Too dark was the film of the Indian's eye, These gossamer sprites to suspect or spy,— So they danced 'mid the spicy groves unseen, And mad were their merry pranks, I ween; For the fairies, like other discreet little elves, Are freest and fondest when all by themselves. No thought had they that in after time, The Muse would echo their deeds in rhyme; So gayly doffing light stocking and shoe, They tripped o'er ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
... yclept, Who many a night not once had slept; But watch'd our gracious Sov'reign still: For who could rest when she was ill? O may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep! Shear, swains, oh shear your softest sheep To swell his couch; for well I ween, He saved the ...
— Life And Letters Of John Gay (1685-1732) • Lewis Melville
... will suit? Spindle-leg in great jack-boot? 20 Pismire crawling in a rut? Or a spigot in a butt? Thus I humm'd and ha'd awhile, When Madam Memory with a smile Thus twitch'd my ear—'Why sure, I ween, 25 In London streets thou oft hast seen The very image of this pair: A little Ape with huge She-Bear Link'd by hapless chain together: An unlick'd mass the one—the other 30 An antic small with nimble crupper——' But stop, my ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... eye or ear, But well I ween the dead are near; For though, in feudal strife, a foe Hath laid our Lady's Chapel low, Yet still beneath the hallowed soil, The peasant rests him from his toil, And, dying, bids his bones be laid Where erst ...
— On the Old Road, Vol. 2 (of 2) - A Collection of Miscellaneous Essays and Articles on Art and Literature • John Ruskin
... night, by the tranquil light Of the modest and gentle moon, Has a far sweeter sheen for me, I ween, Than the broad and unblushing noon, But every leaf awakens my grief, As it lieth beneath the tree; So let Autumn air be never so fair, It by no ...
— Christmas - Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse • Various
... you are mine own I ween Your fertile brain had brought to life the hell-born submarine, You killed the unarmed merchantmen, you murdered in the dark, You sent the child and mother to feed your friend the shark. The world grew sick with wonder, no voice ...
— Rhymes of a Roughneck • Pat O'Cotter
... another To free the hollow heart from paining; They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs that have been torn asunder A dreary sea now flows between; But neither rain, nor frost, nor thunder, Can wholly do away, I ween, The marks of ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... Edwy, with disdainful mien The little Naiad of the Downton Wave? High 'mid the rocks, where her clear waters lave The circling, gloomy basin.—In such scene, Silent, sequester'd, few demand, I ween, That last perfection Phidian chisels gave. Dimly the soft and musing Form is seen In the hush'd, shelly, shadowy, lone concave.— As sleeps her pure, tho' darkling fountain there, I love to recollect her, ...
— Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace • Anna Seward
... well did Peter know the sound; The language of those drunken joys To him, a jovial soul, I ween, But a few hours ago, had been A gladsome and a ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. II. • William Wordsworth
... looked the Captain then, And nothing did he say, But he turned him to his little band— Oh few, I ween, were they! The relics of the bravest force That ever fought in fray. No one of all that company But bore a gentle name, Not one whose fathers had not stood In Scotland's fields of fame. All they ...
— Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems • W.E. Aytoun
... strong men will not have to go far to find somewhat," she said; "but the court is full of idle folk, and maybe no place is empty. Now I will have you bide with me while you are at a loose end, for there are yet a few silver pennies in store, and I ween that they came out of Grim's pouch to me. Lonely am I, and it is no good hoarding them when his sons ...
— Havelok The Dane - A Legend of Old Grimsby and Lincoln • Charles Whistler
... a strong and stalwart tree, And it lifts its branches up, And catches the dew right gallantly In many a dainty cup: And the world is brighter and better made Because of the woodman's stroke, Descending in sun, or falling in shade, On the sturdy form of the oak. But stronger, I ween, in apparel green, And trappings so fair to see, With its precious freight for small and great, ...
— Yule-Tide in Many Lands • Mary P. Pringle and Clara A. Urann
... it was once, I ween: No monk is now heard his prayers repeating; And the singers and chaunters and black gallivanters Had never a thought of "a ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 22. July, 1878. • Various
... I have made Thy fetters fast and strong, And ween that by the cocoa shade Thy wife shall wait thee long." Strong was the agony that shook The captive's frame to hear, And the proud meaning of his look ...
— The American Union Speaker • John D. Philbrick
... Fitcher's bird, how com'st thou here?" "I come from Fitcher's house quite near." "And what may the young bride be doing?" "From cellar to garret she's swept all clean, And now from the window she's peeping, I ween." ...
— Household Tales by Brothers Grimm • Grimm Brothers
... too long; he fears, I ween; Thy courage great keeps all our foes in awe; For thee all actions far unworthy been, But such as greatest danger with them draw: Be you commandress therefore, Princess, Queen Of all our forces: be thy word a law." This said, the virgin gan her beaver ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... has bid us play, and order'd wine For us to drink, since otherwise 'twould be A dull and sombre evening here tonight Within the castle hall, for Queen Iseult, I ween, ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... meadow spread the branches green; Five hundred armed knights may stand beneath the shade, I ween. Below the linden tree await, and thou wilt meet full soon The marvelous adventure; there must the deed be done.'" ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... taste and try this temper, sirs; Mood it and brood it in your breast; Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs, That man does right to mar his rest, Let me be left, and debonair; I am content; I do ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... farewell, fairest age, the world's best days, Thriving in all as it in age decays. Then crept in pride, and peevish covetise, And men grew greedy, discordous, and nice. Now man, that erst hail-fellow was with beast, Wox on to ween himself a god at least. Nor aery fowl can take so high a flight, Though she her daring wings in clouds have dight; Nor fish can dive so deep in yielding sea, Though Thetis' self should swear her safety; ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan
... sings the woodes waxen green Leaf and grass and blossom spring in Averil, I ween, And love is to my herte gone with a spear so keen, Night and day my blood it drinks ...
— Brief History of English and American Literature • Henry A. Beers
... ween, At Barlow's turning topsy-tur—poet I mean. I take odds you'll exclaim, 'twixt a grunt and a stare, 'Gottferdummi' the beggar's gone mad, I declare, And his wits must have followed his 'peeper'—not so; ...
— In Bohemia with Du Maurier - The First Of A Series Of Reminiscences • Felix Moscheles
... And happier alone; then baby came, My firstborn, precious boy, I lived for him For months; then his bright eyes grew dim, And where the reeds and grass grew rank and wild, We made a grave for Willie, darling child. Ah, well I ween the night we laid him there, I went to watch his grave; day had been fair, But eve came up with thunder's muttered growl, And ever and anon the lightning's scowl Flashed angrily upon me as I viewed The breakers dashing on the sea beach rude. I grew ...
— Victor Roy, A Masonic Poem • Harriet Annie Wilkins
... dream, swung swooningly, swooningly, In an old-time tulip of flaming gold, red-flaunted and streaked with green, While song of the birds, of water and bees comes crooningly, crooningly, And Summer brings me her swift mad months with scent and colour and sheen. Winter is gone, I ween, As ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, April 25, 1917 • Various
... sublime 'mid human debris, Paints the limner's work, I ween, Art and Science, all unweary, ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... I ween that when such an hour as this, Shall marshal friends who have fought and died For the sacred cause of earthly bliss, And Freedom's ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... the dance inspire; Or wake th' enlivening notes of mirth, Oh shivered be the recreant lyre, That gave the base idea birth; Other sounds I ween were there, Other music rent the air, Other waltz the warriors knew, When they ...
— A Book For The Young • Sarah French
... not? No nearer something, by a jot, Rise an infinity of nothings Than one: take Euclid for your teacher: Distinguish kinds: do crownings, clothings, Make that creator which was creature? Multiply gifts upon man's head, And what, when all's done, shall be said But—the more gifted he, I ween! That one's made Christ, this other, Pilate, And this might be all that has been,— So what is there to frown or smile at? What is left for us, save, in growth Of soul, to rise up, far past both, From the gift ...
— Browning's England - A Study in English Influences in Browning • Helen Archibald Clarke
... thus, I ween, the birds of Stymphalus To heaven fled, by Herakles impelled; The Harpies, too, whose reeking pinions held That poison which the feast of Phineus Contaminated. All the air above With their unwonted lamentations shook, The heavens in uproar and confusion move ...
— The Satyricon, Complete • Petronius Arbiter
... bringing on the scene This mad, monstrous, metal screen, Hiding woman's graceful mien. Better Jewish gabardine Than, thus swelled out, satin's sheen! Vilest garment ever seen! Form unknown in things terrene; Even monsters pliocene Were not so ill-shaped, I ween. Women wearing this machine, Were they fat or were they lean— Small as WORDSWORTH'S celandine, Large as sail that's called lateen— Simply swept the pavement clean: Hapless man was crushed between Flat as any tinned sardine. Thing to rouse ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, January 14, 1893 • Various
... "That I ween is not far from my mind," says Kari, and snatched a spear from a man, and hurled it at Eyjolf, and it struck him in the waist, and went through him, and Eyjolf ...
— Njal's Saga • Unknown Icelanders
... till lost in infinite perspectives. There's a most doleful and most mocking funeral! The sea-vultures all in pious mourning, the air-sharks all punctiliously in black or speckled. In life but few of them would have helped the whale, I ween, if peradventure he had needed it; but upon the banquet of his funeral they most piously do pounce. Oh, horrible vultureism of earth! from which not the mightiest whale is free. Nor is this the end. Desecrated as the body is, a vengeful ghost ...
— Moby-Dick • Melville
... had feasted upon their homely food as was their wont, that they talked of the Jew, and thinking of their own hardships and misfortunes (whereof it is not now to speak), they had all the more compassion to that Jew, which spake them passing fair, I ween. ...
— The Holy Cross and Other Tales • Eugene Field
... Mafra shall one moment claim delay,[5.B.] Where dwelt of yore the Lusians' luckless queen;[bo][54] And Church and Court did mingle their array, And Mass and revel were alternate seen; Lordlings and freres—ill-sorted fry I ween! But here the Babylonian Whore hath built A dome, where flaunts she in such glorious sheen, That men forget the blood which she hath spilt, And bow the knee to Pomp ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... we ween, are thine; They gurgle like a royal wine; They cheer, rejoice, they quite outshine Thy neighbor's voice, ...
— Birds Illustrated by Color Photograph, Volume 1, Number 2, February, 1897 • anonymous
... I ween, flower-corses fair! 'Twas a joyful yielding, Like some soul heroic, rare, That leaps bodiless forth in air ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 445 - Volume 18, New Series, July 10, 1852 • Various
... Been mistress also of a clock, (And one, too, not in crazy plight) Twelve strokes that clock would have been telling Under the brow of old Helvellyn—285 Its bead-roll of midnight, Then, when the Hero of my tale Was passing by, and, down the vale (The vale now silent, hushed I ween As if a storm had never been) 290 Proceeding with a mind at ease; While the old Familiar of the seas [35] Intent to use his utmost haste, Gained ground upon the Waggon fast, And gives another lusty cheer; 295 For spite of rumbling of the wheels, ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. III • William Wordsworth
... two did love each other dear, As far as love in such a place could be; There did they dwell—from earthly labour free, As happy spirits as were ever seen: If but a bird, to keep them company, Or butterfly sate down, they were, I ween, As pleased as if the same had been ...
— Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life • John Campbell
... low-lying valley; Oh, how sweet And cool and calm and great is life, I ween, There ...
— The Book of American Negro Poetry • Edited by James Weldon Johnson
... see the multitude coming on; the motley hues of velvet and silk, the housings and trappings of the horses, the bright sheen of polished metal, and the sparkle of cut gems dazzle my eyes, I ween, to this day. But on a sudden it all fades into dimness; the cries and voices, the bells, the neighing, the crash and clatter are silent—for he is come. He waves his hand, more goodly, more truly mine and dearer to my heart than ever. But not here do we truly meet again; that joy is to come ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... is mighty marvel for our thought: 'Mid seas men dwell, on water, far from land: Wretches they are, for sorry toil is theirs; Eyes on the stars, heart on the deep they fix; Oft to the gods, I ween, their hands are raised; Their inward parts ...
— Rhetoric and Poetry in the Renaissance - A Study of Rhetorical Terms in English Renaissance Literary Criticism • Donald Lemen Clark
... (this was that love I ween) Was wholly changed to consuming ire. And eath it was, sith they're so near a kin They be both born of one rebellious sire. But he supprest his wrath and by and by For feathered darts, he winged ...
— Democritus Platonissans • Henry More
... another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once ...
— Recollections of Dante Gabriel Rossetti - 1883 • T. Hall Caine
... were the Devil's sight as keen As Reason's penetrating eye, His sulphurous Majesty I ween, Would find ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... kindness towards this ancient dame, and I surely will look to her case even as thou hast enjoined me; but my heart misgiveth me and much I fear some evil will result from thy goodness. This woman is not so ill as she doth make believe, but practiseth deceit upon thee and I ween that some enemy or envier hath plotted a plot against me and thee. Howbeit go now in peace upon thy journey." The Prince, who on no wise took to heart the words of his wife, presently replied to her, "O my lady, Almighty Allah forfend thee from all offence! With thee to help and guard ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 3 • Richard F. Burton
... of Clay, Was fairer than the Light of Day. By Venus learned in Beauty's Arts, And destined thus to conquer Hearts. A Goddess of this Town, I ween, Fair as Pandora, scarce Sixteen, Is destined, e'en by Jove's Command, To conquer all of Maryland. Oh, Bachelors, play have a Care, For She ...
— The Crossing • Winston Churchill
... I ween that he who made the tale of Lancelot and set it in rhyme forgot, and was heedless of, the fair adventure of Morien. I marvel much that they who were skilled in verse and the making of rhymes did not bring the story to its rightful ending. Now as at this time King Arthur abode in Britain, and held ...
— The Romance of Morien • Jessie L. Weston
... lead, their own dolt incapacity. Matter it is of mirthful memory To think, when thou wert early in the field, How doughtily small Jeffrey ran at thee A-tilt, and broke a bulrush on thy shield. And now, a veteran in the lists of fame, I ween, old Friend! thou art not worse bested When with a maudlin eye and drunken aim, Dulness hath thrown a jerdan at ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb IV - Poems and Plays • Charles and Mary Lamb
... selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays,{4} The lowly train{5} in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! though his worth unknown, far happier there I ween. ...
— Six Centuries of English Poetry - Tennyson to Chaucer • James Baldwin
... he is gone, with ardent steps he prest Across the hills to where the vessel lay, And soon I ween upon the ocean's breast They saw the white sails ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume V. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... each dedicated shrine; And that in safety through the city's ways I may pass onwards: all unlike to yours The outward semblance that I wear—the race that Nilus rears is all dissimilar That of Inachus. Keep watch and ward Lest heedlessness bring death: full oft, I ween, Friend hath slain friend, not ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... of all the enemies of the bee people was Moo-ween the Black Bear. One day Mr. and Mrs. Moo-ween were walking by a hollow tree where the bees had made their home. They looked up and saw many of the bee folk going in and out of a ...
— The Magic Speech Flower - or Little Luke and His Animal Friends • Melvin Hix
... chaste unknowing wrong) Then guard my boy in purest way. 5 From folk I say not: naught affray The crowds wont here and there to run Through street-squares, busied every one; But thee I dread nor less thy penis Fair or foul, younglings' foe I ween is! 10 Wag it as wish thou, at its will, When out of doors its hope fulfil; Him bar I, modestly, methinks. But should ill-mind or lust's high jinks Thee (Sinner!), drive to sin so dread, 15 That durst ensnare our dearling's head, Ah! woe's thee (wretch!) and evil fate, Mullet ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... and spear-thrust, all hack'd and pierc'd through; All rent and all tatter'd, all clotted with blood, With foam of the horses, with dust, and with mud; Not the point of that lady's small finger, I ween, Could have rested on spot was ...
— The Talisman • Sir Walter Scott
... Phoebus' region while some bards there be That sing of battles, and the trumpet's roar; Yet these, I ween, more powerful bards than me, Above my ken, on eagle pinions soar! Haply a scene of meaner view to scan, Beneath their laurelled praise my verse may give, To trace the features of unnoticed man; Deeds, else forgotten, in the verse may live! Her lore, ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan
... just and true is God above, We fail His goodness telling, A mother's truth, a father's love Alike in him are dwelling. God's wrath, I ween, As oft hath been Ours, is not unrelenting. Men steel their heart, Refuse t' impart ...
— Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs - Translated by John Kelly • Paul Gerhardt
... hindsight[judgment after the fact]; armchair general, monday morning quarterback. V. judge, conclude; come to a conclusion, draw a conclusion, arrive at a conclusion; ascertain, determine, make up one's mind. deduce, derive, gather, collect, draw an inference, make a deduction, weet|, ween[obs3]. form an estimate, estimate, appreciate, value, count, assess, rate, rank, account; regard, consider, think of; look upon &c. (believe) 484; review; size up *. settle; pass an opinion, give an opinion; decide, try, pronounce, rule; pass judgment, pass sentence; sentence, ...
— Roget's Thesaurus • Peter Mark Roget
... charms the count is clear, I ween: There are five hundred things we see, And then five hundred too there be, ...
— Collected Poems - In Two Volumes, Vol. II • Austin Dobson
... wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... for planting thee, Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground, The bane of children yet to be, The scandal of the village round. His father's throat the monster press'd Beside, and on his hearthstone spilt, I ween, the blood of midnight guest; Black Colchian drugs, whate'er of guilt Is hatch'd on earth, he dealt in all— Who planted in my rural stead Thee, fatal wood, thee, sure to fall Upon thy blameless master's head. The dangers of the hour! no thought We give them; Punic seaman's fear ...
— Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace • Horace
... lively young lass had a wee pickle tow, And she thought to try the spinnin' o't; She sat by the fire, and her rock took alow, And that was an ill beginnin' o't. Loud and shrill was the cry that she utter'd, I ween; The sudden mischanter brought tears to her een; Her face it was fair, but her temper was keen; O dole ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel , Volume I. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... very sweet to gaze at Helicon And think, "On me the sacred fire has dropped, The lute, at any rate, still hangs, a relic, on This diaphragm, although the shirt is popped;" And so it was, I ween, with your position, Ansonia's sunny child, from house to house Aye wandering: still you ranked as a musician, The same ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, July 15, 1914 • Various
... on Cupid fix their sight, And see him naked, blindfold, and a boy, Though bow and shafts and firebrand be his might, Yet ween they he can work them none annoy; And therefore with his purple wings they play, For glorious seemeth love though light as feather, And when they have done they ween to scape away, For blind men, say they, shoot ...
— Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age • Various
... tramp in threes Through sumptuous Piccadilly, through The roaring Strand, and stand at ease At last 'neath shadowy Waterloo? Some gallant Guild, I ween, are they; ...
— Fly Leaves • C. S. Calverley
... It is not I that beseech thee to tarry for my sake; I have others by my side that shall do me honour, and above all Zeus, lord of counsel. Most hateful art thou to me of all kings, fosterlings of Zeus; thou ever lovest strife and wars and fightings. Though thou be very strong, yet that I ween is a gift to thee of God. Go home with thy ships and company and lord it among thy Myrmidons; I reck not aught of thee nor care I for thine indignation; and all this shall be my threat to thee: seeing Phoebus Apollo bereaveth me of Chryseis, ...
— The Iliad of Homer • Homer (Lang, Leaf, Myers trans.)
... of books, I ween, Are those which one perceives Are hallowed by ashes dropped between The yellow, ...
— The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac • Eugene Field
... a Jesuit in the house. I do not know what has become of the women. They are for going into a convent, and they are quite right in that, for if they be papists they will not find a husband easily in Scotland, I ween. ...
— Lothair • Benjamin Disraeli
... both may bring Sorrow and cares. But little joy, I ween, Dwells with a royal bride, too apt to claim The homage she ...
— Count Alarcos - A Tragedy • Benjamin Disraeli
... right well I ween, Your mistress now is grown a queen; You'll find it soon by woful proof, She'll come ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... was seen, Or ever will be again, I ween,— Rockets, Roman Candles and Blue Lights clear, To welcome ...
— Our Little Brown House, A Poem of West Point • Maria L. Stewart
... with magic, methinks, And the future was given to her gaze; For an obelisk marked her abode, and a sphinx On her threshold kept vigil always. She was pensive and ever alone, nor was seen In the haunts of the dissolute crowd; But communed with the ghosts of the Pharaohs, I ween, Or with visitors ...
— The World's Best Poetry Volume IV. • Bliss Carman
... figure: Was it regal as Juno's own? Or only a trifle bigger Than the elves who surround the throne Of the Faery Queen, and are seen, I ween, By ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... long-past times; Of foreign loves, or foreign crimes; Demand no visions which arise To Rapture's eager, tearless eyes! Those who can travel far, I ween, Whose strength can reach a distant scene, And measure o'er large space of ground, Have not, like me, a deadly wound! Near home, perforce, alas, I stray, Perforce pursue my destin'd way, Through scenes where all my trouble grows, And where alone remembrance flows. Like ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... the crevices of his gorget and fanned the back of his neck. "Ye ... ye ween not that it could ...
— A Knyght Ther Was • Robert F. Young
... I am not given to jesting. I have chosen The fairest wife in Italy for you. You won her bravely, as a soldier should: And when you'd woo her, stretch your gauntlet out, And crush her fingers in its steely grip. If you will plead, I ween, she dare not say— No, by your leave. Should she refuse, howe'er, With that same iron hand you shall go knock Upon Ravenna's gates, till all the town Ring with your courtship. I have made her hand The price and pledge of ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker
... courage and knightly fame, and greatly do I desire to keep you with me. Stay with me and I promise you that ye shall bear sway over a wider realm than any that ever ye heard of, and I, even I, its mistress, will be at your command. And what lose ye if ye accept my offer? Little enough, I ween, for never think that ye shall win the world from evil and men to loyalty and truth." Then answered the King in anger: "Full well I see that thou art in league with evil and that thou but seekest to turn me from ...
— Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion • Beatrice Clay
... swift counsel on the matter," said Medb; "for yon huge, most fierce, most furious man will attack us we ween, Conchobar, to wit, son of Fachtna Fathach ('the Giant') son of Ross Ruad ('the Red') son of Rudraige, himself High King of Ulster and son of the High King of Erin. Let there be a hollow array of the men of Erin before Conchobar and a force of thirty hundred ready ...
— The Ancient Irish Epic Tale Tain Bo Cualnge • Unknown
... the eyes [ill-omened,] we had seen Wild cattle's eyes and antelopes' tresses of sable sheen. The huntress of th' eyes[FN60] by night came to me. "Turn in peace," [Quoth I to her;] "This is no time for visiting, I ween." ...
— Tales from the Arabic Volumes 1-3 • John Payne
... city's bay, 'Neath lowering clouds, one bleak March day, Glided a craft,—the like I ween, On ocean's crest was never seen Since Noah's float, That ancient boat, Could ...
— How the Flag Became Old Glory • Emma Look Scott
... did I say? I ween Thousands on thousands there were seen, That chequer'd all the heath between The streamlet and the town; In crossing ranks extending far, Forming a camp irregular; Oft giving way where still there stood Some relics of the old oak wood, That ...
— Sir Walter Scott - (English Men of Letters Series) • Richard H. Hutton
... Beckett always when he can. We give without comment a mere list of these:—maugre, 'sdeath, eke, erst, deft, romaunt, pleasaunce, certes, whilom, distraught, quotha, good lack, well-a-day, vermeil, perchance, hight, wight, lea, wist, list, sheen, anon, gliff, astrolt, what boots it? malfortunes, ween, God wot, I trow, emprise, duress, donjon, puissant, sooth, rock, bruit, ken, eld, o'ersprent, etc. Of course, such a word as "lady" is made to do good service, and "ye" asserts its well-known superiority to "you." All this the author evidently ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 32, June, 1860 • Various
... my booklet, quick To greet the callous public. Writ, I ween, 'twas not my wish In lean ...
— Ulysses • James Joyce
... "Of yore never once did I ween it, When I wielded the cleaver of targets, That sickness was fated to foil me— A fighter so hardy as I. But I shrink not, for others must share it, Stout shafts of the spear though they deem them, ...
— The Life and Death of Cormac the Skald • Unknown
... of earth, you might, I ween, Have guessed some congregation of the elves, To sport by summer moons, had shaped it ...
— Tom Cringle's Log • Michael Scott
... yon' crag, I view yon' smooky town, Where forten she has deigned to smile On monny a simple clown: Though free fra want, they're free fra brains; An' yet no happier I ween, Than this old farmer's wife an' hens, Aw saw ...
— Revised Edition of Poems • William Wright
... deeply her fair face glowed, And broad across the iris swam the black Until her eyes showed darkling. "Friend, your lack Tell me," she said, "and what is mine to give Is yours; but little my prerogative Here in this house, where I am not the queen You call me, but another name, I ween, Serves me about the country you are of, Which Ilios gives me too, but not in love. Yet are we all alike in evil plight, And should be tender of each other's right, And of each other's wrongdoing, and wrongs ...
— Helen Redeemed and Other Poems • Maurice Hewlett
... Memory, I ween; for now he says, That he apprehended the Dispute regarded something in the Dean's Gift, as he could not naturally suppose, &c. 'Tis certain, at the Deanery, he had naturally no Suppositions in his Head about this Affair; so that I with this may not prove one of the ...
— A Political Romance • Laurence Sterne
... thou wert eager in some suit, No grace were granted thee, but all denied, And when thy soul was sated, then the boon Were offered, when such grace were graceless now; —Poor satisfaction then were thine, I ween! Even such a gift thou profferest me to-day, Kind in pretence, but really full of evil. These men shall hear me tell thy wickedness. Thou comest to take me, not unto my home, But to dwell outlawed at your gate, ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... squirrels and children together dream Of the coming winter's hoard; And many, I ween, are the chestnuts seen In hole ...
— Queechy • Susan Warner
... when evening fell; and now thou art last of all. Perhaps thou art troubled about thy master's eye, which some wretch—No Man, they call him—has destroyed, having first mastered me with wine. He has not escaped, I ween. I would that thou couldst speak and tell me where he is lurking. Of a truth I would dash out his brains upon the ground and avenge me of ...
— Myths and Legends of All Nations • Various
... knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it. The more my uncle Toby pored over his map, the more he took a liking to it!—by the same process and electrical assimilation, as I told you, through which I ween the souls of connoisseurs themselves, by long friction and incumbition, have the happiness, at length, to get ...
— The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman • Laurence Sterne
... Came the maiden, fresh as fleur-de-lys. Her surcoat linen must have been Shining in whitest purity, Slashed at the sides and caught between With the fairest pearls, it seemed to me, That ever yet mine eyes had seen; With large folds falling loose, I ween, Arrayed with double pearls, her white Kirtle, of the same linen sheen, With precious ...
— The Pearl • Sophie Jewett
... righteously in his armour, and not in any feigned armour, as in a friar's coat or cowl. For the assaults of the devil be crafty to make us put our trust in such armour, he will feign himself to fly; but then we be most in jeopardy: for he can give us an after-clap when we least ween; that is, suddenly return unawares to us, and then he giveth us an after-clap that overthroweth us: this ...
— Sermons on the Card and Other Discourses • Hugh Latimer
... high and the low; And Te-pott's ancient heart was lost and won In less time than 'twould take my pen to tell how: So, as he was quite an experienced son- In-law, and, too, a very wily fellow, To make Hy-son his friend was no hard matter, I Ween, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... wealth wherewith to make this match fairer still; moreover, another daughter of his is married to a mighty man. You have also told me yourself that Kalf Asgeirson is the doughtiest of men, and their way of life is of the stateliest. It is my wish that you go and talk to Hrefna, and I ween you will find that there great wits and goodliness go together." Kjartan took this matter up well, and said she had ably pleaded the case. After this Kjartan and Hrefna are brought together that they ...
— Laxdaela Saga - Translated from the Icelandic • Anonymous |
