"Ween" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... those 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 ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 234, April 22, 1854 • Various
... looking out through the early green, He called on his patron saint, I ween,— That misty maiden, ...
— Pipe and Pouch - The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry • Various
... Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet be jealous of another? None Commits such folly. Terrible Love, I ween, Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave The lightless seas of selfishness amain: Seas that in a man's heart have no rain To fall and still them. Peace can I achieve, By turning to this fountain-source of woe, This woman, who's to Love as fire to wood? She breathed the violet ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... first 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 they know not whither. But ...
— Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age • Various
... a dainty plant 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. The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed. To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ...
— Poems Every Child Should Know - The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library • Various
... stable, The cells, too, and refectory, I ween: An exquisite small chapel had been able Still unimpaired to decorate the scene The rest had been reform'd, replaced, or sunk, And spoke more of the baron than ...
— The Letters of Horace Walpole Volume 3 • Horace Walpole
... 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
... his 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 After-Thoughts ...
— A Political Romance • Laurence Sterne
... teeth, I ween, Has canker'd all its branches round; No fruit or blossom to be seen, Its head ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... 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
... that that unruly crowd does what we want. Mademoiselle de Marny, a thousand congratulations. I entreat you to take hold of my friend Droulde's hand, and not to let go of it, on any pretext whatever. La! not a difficult task, I ween," he added, with his genial smile; "and yours, Droulde, is equally easy. I enjoin you to take charge of Mademoiselle Juliette, and on no account to leave her side until we are out ...
— I Will Repay • Baroness Emmuska Orczy
... Vali). And 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 Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, Volume 1 • Kisari Mohan Ganguli
... Come with your banners, inscribed "Death to rum." Let your conscience speak. Listen, then, come; Strike killing blows; hew to the line; Make it a felony even to sign A petition to license; you would do it, I ween, If that were your son, and "only ...
— The Universal Reciter - 81 Choice Pieces of Rare Poetical Gems • Various
... 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 looking to the giver, And from the cistern to the river, And ...
— Browning's England - A Study in English Influences in Browning • Helen Archibald Clarke
... stars 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 will glitter upon ...
— Handy Andy, Vol. 2 - A Tale of Irish Life • Samuel Lover
... anybody on Earth! Although such a tremendous carnage hast taken place, behold, Duryodhana is still alive! Today king Yudhishthira, however, will be freed from all his foes! None amongst the enemy will escape me, I ween! Even if they be more than men, O Krishna, I shall yet slay all those warriors today, however furious in battle, if only they do not fly away from the field! Filled with wrath in today's battle, I shall, by slaying the prince of Gandhara with my keen shafts, dispel that sleeplessness ...
— The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, Volume 3 - Books 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12 • Unknown
... its general form All Paradise survey'd: when round I turn'd With purpose of my lady to inquire Once more of things, that held my thought suspense, But answer found from other than I ween'd; For, Beatrice, when I thought to see, I saw instead a senior, at my side, Rob'd, as the rest, in glory. Joy benign Glow'd in his eye, and o'er his cheek diffus'd, With gestures such as spake a father's love. And, "Whither is she ...
— The Divine Comedy, Complete - The Vision of Paradise, Purgatory and Hell • Dante Alighieri
... would keep her good name, stays at home as if she were lame. A hen and a housewife, whatever they cost, if once they go gadding will surely be lost. And she that longs to see, I ween, is ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... You'll wonder, I 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; He will ...
— In Bohemia with Du Maurier - The First Of A Series Of Reminiscences • Felix Moscheles
... 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 ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... like, But they were unjust, and Fortune guerdoned them with dole and teen. Now they're passed away, the moral of their case bespeaks them thus, "This is what your sins have earnt you: Fate is not to blame, I ween." ...
— The Book Of The Thousand Nights And One Night, Volume I • Anonymous
... sick and sore are the days of men! What wouldst thou? What shall I change again Here is the Sun for thee; here is the sky; And thy weary pillows wind-swept lie, By the castle door. But the cloud of thy brow is dark, I ween; And soon thou wilt back to thy bower within: So swift to change is the path of thy feet, And near things hateful, and far things sweet; ...
— Hippolytus/The Bacchae • Euripides
... sir, are costly, and I ween thou hadst rather not have them repeated to the King of ...
— Heiress of Haddon • William E. Doubleday
... Never, I ween,[80] did swimmer, In such an evil case, Struggle through such a raging flood 520 Safe to the landing-place: But his limbs were borne up bravely By the brave heart within, And our good father Tiber Bore ...
— Narrative and Lyric Poems (first series) for use in the Lower School • O. J. Stevenson
... I ween I heard the rumour, How the Lord of rings (1) bereft thee; From thine arms earth's offspring (2) tearing, Trickfull he and trustful thou. Then the men, the buckler-bearers, Begged the mighty gold-begetter, Sharp sword oft of old he reddened, Not to stand in ...
— Njal's Saga • Unknown Icelanders
... legal knowledge I 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 ...
— Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs • W. S. Gilbert
... 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 seen In ...
— The New McGuffey Fourth Reader • William H. McGuffey
... strange passion had vanish'd, I ween; The Harry I knew had come back again; And on his sweet face I had never seen A sweeter smile than ...
— Harry • Fanny Wheeler Hart
... crevices of his gorget and fanned the back of his neck. "Ye ... ye ween not that it could have been the ...
— A Knyght Ther Was • Robert F. Young
... ween It now to investigate is time, Was nothing but the British spleen Transported to our Russian clime. It gradually possessed his mind; Though, God be praised! he ne'er designed To slay himself with blade or ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... pursuits, I ween, That sometimes there did intervene Pure hopes of high intent For passions linked to forms so fair And stately, needs must have their ...
— Biographia Literaria • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... the nightingale 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 my herte doth ...
— Brief History of English and American Literature • Henry A. Beers
... 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 ...
— The Romance of Morien • Jessie L. Weston
... 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, Vol. 1, November 20, 1841 • Various
... 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 as ...
— Wreaths of Friendship - A Gift for the Young • T. S. Arthur and F. C. Woodworth
... have waited fain what sibyls ween; Thou scribbled'st in their secret brain 'I scheme; I mean'; the constellations stray and strain: Break out! ...
— The Lord of the Sea • M. P. Shiel
... We beseech thee that thou wilt forgive to thy father, servant of God, this wickedness. Which when Joseph heard he wept bitterly, and his brethren came to him kneeling low to the ground and worshipped him, and said, We be thy servants. To whom he answered: Be ye nothing afeard ne dread you not, ween ye that ye may resist God's will? Ye thought to have done to me evil, but God hath turned it into good, and hath exalted me as ye see and know, that he should save much people. Be ye nothing afeard, I shall feed you and your children. And comforted them with fair words, and spake ...
— Bible Stories and Religious Classics • Philip P. Wells
... wait threw fir hart pause would pear fair mane lead meat rest scent bough reign scene sail bier pray right toe yew sale prey rite rough tow steal done bare their creek soul draught four base beet heel but steaks coarse choir cord chaste boar butt stake waive choose stayed cast maze ween hour birth horde aisle core rice male none plane pore fete poll sweet throe borne root been load feign forte vein kill rime shown wrung hew ode ere wrote wares urn plait arc bury peal doe grown flue know sea lie mete lynx bow ...
— The Art Of Writing & Speaking The English Language - Word-Study and Composition & Rhetoric • Sherwin Cody
... soond I weel could ween, Exceppin' it micht be, sirs, The soond that hurtled oot when'er ...
— The Auld Doctor and other Poems and Songs in Scots • David Rorie
... 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 cause have ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... Yet 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
... princes dead. Their corpses, half naked, were exposed for some days at one of the 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 ...
— A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year - Volume Two (of Three) • Edwin Emerson
... no speak to the Leddy, friend?' said Peter, who was now about half seas over. 'I have spoke to leddies before now, man. What for should she be frightened at me? I am nae bogle, I ween. What are ye pooin' me that gate for? Ye will rive my coat, and I will have a good action for having myself made SARTUM ATQUE TECTUM at ...
— Redgauntlet • Sir Walter Scott
... at the Service," he said curtly.. "There needed no such weighty summoning! 'Twas my intention to join the ranks of worshippers to-night, though for myself I have no faith in worship, . . the gods I ween are deaf, and care not a jot whether we mortals weep or sing. Nevertheless I shall look on with fitting gravity, and deport myself with due decorum throughout the ceremonious Ritual, though verily I tell thee, reverend Zel, 'tis tedious and ...
— Ardath - The Story of a Dead Self • Marie Corelli
... world proclaim, In 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 ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Vol. 6) - Letters 1821-1842 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... flowing pure, And the hinds and the stags that in liberty rove; The rock all encircled by sounds from the grove, Oh, how I delighted to linger by thee, When arose the wild cry of the hounds as they drove, The herds of wild deer from their fastnesses free! Loud scream'd the eagles around thee, I ween, Sweet the cuckoos and the swans in their pride, More cheering the kid-spotted fawns that were seen, With their bleating, that sweetly arose by thy side, I love thee, O wild rock of refuge! of showers, Of the leaves and the cresses, all glorious to me, Of the high ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... 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 brother fowl, ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... York's the city where you'll find This prodigy of female kind; Hotel Victoria's the place Where you'll see her smiling face. I pray thee, postman, bear away This missive to her, sans delay. These lines enclosed are writ by me— A Field am I, a Field is she. Two very fertile fields I ween, In constant bloom, yet never green, She is my cousin; happy fate That gave me such ...
— Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions - Vol. I • Slason Thompson
... nor one, I ween, wherein the discipline was sterner. Are all castles in this land of yours, ...
— Beatrix of Clare • John Reed Scott
... Mr. Toombs' heart continually yearned for home. He was a model husband and a remarkable domestic character. The fiery scenes of the forum did not ween him from his family. On the 29th of August, 1850, he wrote ...
— Robert Toombs - Statesman, Speaker, Soldier, Sage • Pleasant A. Stovall
... 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, the ...
— Dreamers of the Ghetto • I. Zangwill
... well: Goldie, Hibbert, Lang, and Bonsey, Sawyer, Burnside, Harris, Brooke; And the pride of knighthood, Bayard, who the right course ne'er forsook, But the sight which most rejoiced me was the well-known form aquatic Of a scholar famed for boating and for witticisms Attic. Proud, I ween, was Lady Margaret her Professor there to view, As with words of wit and wisdom he regaled the conquering crew. Proud, I ween, were Cam and Granta, as they saw once more afloat Their Etonian psychroloutes [*], in his "Funny" little boat. Much, I ween, their watery spirits did ...
— Sagittulae, Random Verses • E. W. Bowling
... cattle drink, And trample the rice which grows wild on its brink; The freshness untouch'd of earth's beauties declare, Neither pride, pomp, nor envy, have ever been there; Here Nature resides—nothing human is seen; Foot of man hath not pass'd o'er that prairie I ween, Unless some few wandering Indians have pass'd— Of their sorrowing tribe ...
— The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic • F. B. C.
... the ships could not come to anchor, on account of a bad bottom. The boats, however, of Captains Beuniugen and Buckholt, went ashore with empty casks, which they filled and brought on board, though then night and the ships under way. Captain de Ween went ashore in a small sandy bay, and looking about for fresh water, he saw some Portuguese and negroes coming towards him, who told him the French and English ships used to get fresh water near that place, but remained always under sail. They said also, that no refreshments ...
— A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Volume X • Robert Kerr
... power! said I? Yes! such I ween But they have vanished long, alas! The visions of my youth have ...
— The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 5 (of 5) of the Raven Edition • Edgar Allan Poe
... his oily den, his little house of tin, Headless and heedless there he lies, no move of tail or fin, Yet full as beauteous, I ween, that press'd and prison'd fish, As when in sunny seas he ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., Dec. 20, 1890 • Various
... dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his work unknown, far happier there, I ween! ...
— The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence. • Robert Burns and Allan Cunningham
... tale to tell, Of ancient feat by stream or dell, From Benychonzie's snow-clad breast To green Glenartney in the west, Or round by sweet Dunira's den, Where "bonnie Kilmanie gaed up the glen." No need I ween of distant view My sauntering footsteps hence to woo; No need of song or knightly feat To add new charm to my retreat. Its own associations claim Far better meed than modern fame, With books and scenes and neighbours sage, I ...
— Chronicles of Strathearn • Various
... garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught With matter of delight, and food for thought. And if he could in Merlin's glass have seen By whom his tomes to speak our tongue were taught, The old man would have felt as pleased, I ween, As when he won the ear of that ...
— Specimens of the Table Talk of S.T.Coleridge • Coleridge
... foreign 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 ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy
... said, pointing across to a little bay some way off on our left; "an' agin it mought hev ben about thar," with a wave of his hand towards a low point of land nearly half a mile off on our right; "an' agin it mought hev ben sorter atwixt an' at ween 'em. Here or hereabouts, thet's w'at I say; here ...
— Our Pirate Hoard - 1891 • Thomas A. Janvier
... home is your father's house. With your lawless, reckless crew, Day out, day in, must you hold carouse— God help her who mates with you. God help the maiden you lure or buy With gold and with forests green— Soon will her sore heart long to lie Still in the grave, I ween. ...
— The Feast at Solhoug • Henrik Ibsen
... 'twas the lust of wealth that urged my hand to ravish the grave. This know; but none hereafter, I ween, will be fain to ransack ...
— Grettir The Strong - Grettir's Saga • Unknown
... worst pursuits, I ween That sometimes there did intervene Pure hopes of high intent: For passions link'd to forms so fair And stately, needs must have ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... household eaves, 'Mong scents of Springtime, in the budded leaves, The swallows circling blithe, with slant brown wing, Home-flying fleet, with tender chattering, And all the place o'errun with nested love— So have you come, when leaves hung crisp above The silent door. Yet not again, I ween, Those shining wings, cleaving the air, have seen Nor heard the gladsome swallows twittering there— Only the empty nests, low-hung and bare, Spake of the scattered brood.—So lonely were To Lilith grown her once loved haunts. Nor fair The starlit nights, ...
— Lilith - The Legend of the First Woman • Ada Langworthy Collier
... wa quain noo tdin se peh wau poose noo tding sah keh we kah noong koom sau kie we nin oo jee she shebe we yause pah mah tain ta we pidt pa kah wa nain ween ...
— Sketch of Grammar of the Chippeway Languages - To Which is Added a Vocabulary of some of the Most Common Words • John Summerfield
... engines then, But now some new machine Must hatch the eggs, and sew the seams, And make the cakes, I ween. ...
— John Keble's Parishes • Charlotte M Yonge
... 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 realm ...
— Life And Letters Of John Gay (1685-1732) • Lewis Melville
... "These tidings be 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 ...
— A Bundle of Ballads • Various
... torments, furnished by art and nature with rods, flies, whisky, scenery, keepers, salmon innumerable, and all that man can want, except water to fish in; and who returned, having hooked accidentally by the tail one salmon—which broke all and ween to sea—why did you not stay at home and take your two-pounders and three-pounders out of the quiet chalk brook which never sank an inch through all that drought, so deep in the caverns of the hills are ...
— Prose Idylls • Charles Kingsley
... wight was he, I ween, of all the Grecian host. With hideous squint the railer leered: on one foot he was lame; Forward before his narrow chest his hunching shoulders came; Slanting and sharp his forehead rose, with shreds ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... great dread for to pursue the Tartars if they flee in battle. For in fleeing they shoot behind them and slay both men and horses. And when they will fight they will shock them together in a plump; that if there be 20,000 men, men shall not ween that there be scant 10,000. And they can well win land of strangers, but they cannot keep it; for they have greater lust to lie in tents without than for to lie in castle or in towns. And they prize nothing ...
— The Travels of Sir John Mandeville • Author Unknown
... rustled 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 brook ...
— In the Early Days along the Overland Trail in Nebraska Territory, in 1852 • Gilbert L. Cole
... stranger, for the town, I ween, Has not the honour of so proud a birth,— Thou com'st from Jersey meadows, fresh and green, The offspring of the gods, though born on earth; For Titan was thy sire, and fair was she, The ocean nymph that nursed ...
— Poems • William Cullen Bryant
... wist: But you shall hear of travels, and relations, Descriptions of strange (yet English) fashions. And he that not believes what here is writ, Let him (as I have done) make proof of it. The year of grace, accounted (as I ween) One thousand twice three hundred and eighteen, And to relate all things in order duly, 'Twas Tuesday last, the fourteenth day of July, Saint Revels day, the almanack will tell ye The sign in Virgo was, or near the belly: The moon full three days ...
— The Pennyles Pilgrimage - Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor • John Taylor
... through these long years she has lived in sorrow, far removed from home and friends and the scenes of her happy childhood. And now that the hero Telamon, to whom she was wedded, lives no longer, I ween that her life is ...
— Hero Tales • James Baldwin
... 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 days in the world, when Death, the warrior, Greedy for ...
— Old English Poems - Translated into the Original Meter Together with Short Selections from Old English Prose • Various
... 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 ...
— Sir Walter Scott - (English Men of Letters Series) • Richard H. Hutton
... of 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
... changed it, and have overcome the difficulties of the mode of publication, has fairly staggered me. I know pretty well what the difficulties are; and there is no other man who could have done it, I ween. ...
— The Letters of Charles Dickens - Vol. 3 (of 3), 1836-1870 • Charles Dickens
... 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 ...
— Victor Roy, A Masonic Poem • Harriet Annie Wilkins
... 's a 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 luck ...
— Sprays of Shamrock • Clinton Scollard
... well I ween, that on the day when first We Grecians hitherward our course address'd To Troy the messengers of blood and death Th' o'erruling son of Saturn, on our right His lightning flashing, with auspicious sign ...
— Essays and Miscellanies - The Complete Works Volume 3 • Plutarch
... said Achilles, "must, I ween, be the daughter of the large-bodied northern boor, living next door to him upon whose farm was brought up the person of an ass, curst with ...
— Waverley Volume XII • Sir Walter Scott
... stout sea-captain he 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
... word is said, I ween, But's registered in Heaven: What's here a jest, is there a sin Which may never ...
— Clare Avery - A Story of the Spanish Armada • Emily Sarah Holt
... human debris, Paints the limner's work, I ween, Art and Science, all unweary, Lighting ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... wood-dove who hath lost her mate, She lives a dolorous life, I ween; She seeks a stream and bathes in it, And drinks that water foul and green: With other birds she will not mate, Nor haunt, I wis, the flowery treen; She bathes her wings and strikes her breast; Her mate is lost: ...
— Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete - Series I, II, and III • John Symonds
... Napoleon's fate! if, lone, No being he had loved, no single one, Less dark that doom had been. But with the heart of might doth ever dwell The heart of love! and in his island cell Two things there were—I ween. ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... 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
... thus, bereft of state and rank? Why go ye, lord, like foolish mountebank? And whither doth our madcap journey trend? And wherefore? Why? And, prithee, to what end?" Then quoth the Duke, "See yonder in the green Doth run a cooling water-brook I ween, Come, Pertinax, beneath yon shady trees, And there whiles we do rest outstretched at ease Thy 'wherefores' and thy 'whys' shall answered be, And of our doings I ...
— The Geste of Duke Jocelyn • Jeffery Farnol
... Count Helie found Words to reply. He turned him round, And little he delayed, I ween, To make ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... this my image had once been removed from you, I could have found it in my power to return?" she said; "for, I ween, the power that is left me has limits. I might never have appeared to you again. Think of ...
— The Tinted Venus - A Farcical Romance • F. Anstey
... 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 ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 32, June, 1860 • Various
... the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes, And may rave in their rhymes about wonderful queens; But I throw my poetical wings to the breeze, And soar in a song to my Lady Louise. A sweet little maid, who is dearer, I ween, Than any fair duchess, or even a queen. When speaking of her I can't plod in my prose, For she 's the wee lassie who ...
— The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... the immense bagginess of the sailor-trowsers flapping about his lean shanks, to say nothing of the spare voluminousness of the pea-jacket. But Israel—how deplorable, how dismal his plight! Little did he ween that these wretched rags he now wore, were but suitable to that long career of destitution before him: one brief career of adventurous wanderings; and then, forty torpid years of pauperism. The coat was all patches. And no two patches ...
— Israel Potter • Herman Melville
... 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 ...
— Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems • James Avis Bartley
... mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie, 'I have ridden horse baith wild and wood; But a rougher beast than Red Rowan I ween my legs ...
— Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Third Series • Various
... ween, my child, is green, As garden undefil'd, Thy thoughts should run on mirth and fun,— Where ...
— London Lyrics • Frederick Locker
... steadily at Greenway. "Oho!" said he, "you are a sturdy fellow, and have a mind to speak from. Being so stiff yourself, you may be able to stiffen a little this rag of a master of yours and help him to understand the work he has to do, which he will bravely do, I ween, when he finds that to be my clerk is his career. Ha! ha! Sir Nightcap, the pirate of ...
— Kate Bonnet - The Romance of a Pirate's Daughter • Frank R. Stockton
... daily bread, A sorry crust, I ween, and dry, That still, with aching feet and head, I push this lawful industry, 'Mid pictures hung or low, or high, But, touching that which I indite, Do artists hold me lovingly? Take up the ...
— Rhymes a la Mode • Andrew Lang
... 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 ...
— Ronald Morton, or the Fire Ships - A Story of the Last Naval War • W.H.G. Kingston
... eyes of blue were hid; Adown the shoulders brown and bare Rolled the soft waves of golden hair, Where, almost strangled with the spray, The sun, a willing sufferer lay. It was the fairest sight, I ween, That the young man had ever seen; And with his features all aglow, The happy fellow told her so! And she without the least surprise Looked on him with those heavenly eyes; Saw underneath that ...
— The Canadian Elocutionist • Anna Kelsey Howard
... the valleys, where the grasses grow, And waves the gold-rod and the meadow queen; Where peaceful streamlets, with a languid flow, Are calmly shimmering in the noonday sheen— There may be peace, and plenty too, I ween; But on the mountain's elephantine height, Where thunder-drums are beat on bassy key, And lightning-flashes glisten through the night; And forests groan with storm-chang'd melody, There let my home, 'mid lofty nature be— That, near the stars, and near the sun and moon, My eyes may gaze upon ...
— The Bay State Monthly, Vol. II, No. 6, March, 1885 - A Massachusetts Magazine • Various
... about, 'twas noised about, Full far 'twas noised I ween; King Sigurd has his daughter lost, She ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... pleasure, but when they have any little difference with one another sleep apart, and do not then more than at any other time invoke Aphrodite, who is the best physician in such cases, as the poet, I ween, teaches us, where ...
— Plutarch's Morals • Plutarch
... stranger, for the town, I ween, Has not the honor of so proud a birth,— Thou com'st from Jersey meadows, fresh and green, The offspring of the gods, though born on earth; For Titan was thy sire, and fair was she, The ocean-nymph that nursed ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... 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 o'er a conquered ...
— How the Flag Became Old Glory • Emma Look Scott
... man on earth whom the Wild Boar of Fauldshope and his men loved, it was the young Knight of Harden. He was so handsome, and brave, and debonair, a very leader among men, that I ween there was dire confusion among them when they heard Andrew o' Langhope's tale. A great oath fell from Will's lips as he threw off his jerkin and helmet, to ease his horse, and turned and galloped over the hill again, ...
— Tales From Scottish Ballads • Elizabeth W. Grierson
... pastures and streams in the morning, and the first to come back to the fold 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 That Every Child Should Know - A Selection Of The Classic Myths Of All Times For Young People • Various
... bring; for it beseems not that the seed Of mighty Zeus should shame the sacred blood Of hero-fathers, who themselves of old With Hercules the battle-eager sailed To Troy, and smote her even at her height Of glory, when Laomedon was king. Ay, and I ween that our hands even now Shall do the like: we too are ...
— The Fall of Troy • Smyrnaeus Quintus
... Gothic days, as legends tell, A shepherd-swain, a man of low degree; Whose sires, perchance, in Fairyland might dwell, Sicilian groves, or vales of Arcady; But he, I ween, was of the North Countrie: A nation famed for song, and beauty's charms; Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; ...
— The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius - with some other poems • James Beattie
... land, and rich in vain! Blest by nature's bounteous hand, Cursed with priests and Ferdinand! Lemons, pale as Melancholy, Or yellow russets, wan and holy. Be their number twice fifteen, Mystic number, well I ween, As all must know, who aught can tell Of sacred lore or glamour spell; Strip them of their gaudy hides, Saffron garb of Pagan brides, And like the Argonauts of Greece, Treasure up their ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 12, - Issue 323, July 19, 1828 • Various
... taught us rough-hewn rafters to prepare, And clothe low cabins with a roof of green; They bade fierce bulls the servile yoke to bear; And wheels to move a wain were theirs, I ween. ...
— The Elegies of Tibullus • Tibullus
... in Paris, To which was given a wife: Like many a one that marries, This ape, in brutal strife, Soon beat her out of life. Their infant cries,—perhaps not fed,— But cries, I ween, in vain; The father laughs: his wife is dead, And he has other loves again, Which he will also beat, I think,— Return'd ...
— A Hundred Fables of La Fontaine • Jean de La Fontaine
... plaintive notes, we ween, are thine; They gurgle like a royal wine; They cheer, rejoice, they quite outshine Thy neighbor's voice, tho' ...
— Birds Illustrated by Color Photograph, Volume 1, Number 2, February, 1897 • anonymous
... 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: ...
— Sermons on the Card and Other Discourses • Hugh Latimer
... queen-bee lays the worker-eggs, A dozen days, I ween, And then the drones as many more, ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... spring, I ween, Were all thy powers foreseen— Storms sowed renown. Then came thy summer climb, Then came thy golden-prime, Then came thy harvest-time, Bringing ...
— The Beth Book - Being a Study of the Life of Elizabeth Caldwell Maclure, a Woman of Genius • Sarah Grand
... travel abide, remain bestow, present bestow, deposit din, noise quern, mill learner, scholar shamefaced, modest hue, color tarnish, stain ween, expect leech, physician shield, protect steadfast, firm withstand, resist straightway, immediately dwelling, residence heft, gravity delve, excavate forthright, direct tidings, report bower, chamber rune, letter borough, city baleful, ...
— The Century Vocabulary Builder • Creever & Bachelor
... and strange, yet never so is seen In thought, but to all fortunate favour wed; As thy love's death-bound features never dead To memory's glass return, but contravene Frail fugitive days, and always keep, I ween Than all new ...
— The House of Life • Dante Gabriel Rossetti
... bear a sword or weapon against the winged beast," he said at length, "if I knew how else I might grapple with the wretch, as of old I did with Grendel. But I ween this war-fire is hot, fierce, and poisonous. Therefore I have clad me in a coat of mail, and bear this shield all of iron. I will not flee a single step from the guardian of the treasure. But to us upon this rampart it shall be as ...
— Young Folks Treasury, Volume 2 (of 12) • Various
... yet so pale,— Is it thus that the wife of a soldier should quail, And shudder and shrink at the boom of a gun, As only a faint-hearted girl should have done? Ah! wait until custom has blunted the keen, Cutting edge of that sound, and no woman, I ween, Will hear it with pulses more equal, more free From feminine terrors and ...
— Beechenbrook - A Rhyme of the War • Margaret J. Preston
... I ween it is no other than the hind Of whom thou wast in quest some time ago; But Queen Jocasta could ...
— Specimens of Greek Tragedy - Aeschylus and Sophocles • Goldwin Smith
... and peaceful scene, And offer'd money for our humble cot. Oh! justly burn'd my father's cheek, I ween, "His sires by honest toil the dwelling got; Their home was not for sale." It matters not How, after that, Lord Arthur won my love. He smiled contemptuous on my humble lot, Yet left no means untried my heart to move, And call'd to witness ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 13 Issue 364 - 4 Apr 1829 • Various
... Pole scarce gleams the faintest star, Onward his restless course unbounded flies; Tracks every isle and every coast afar, And undiscover'd leaves but—Paradise! Alas, in vain on earth's wide chart, I ween, Thou seek'st that holy realm beneath the sky— Where Freedom dwells in gardens ever green— And blooms the Youth of fair Humanity! O'er shores where sail ne'er rustled to the wind, O'er the vast universe, may rove thy ken; But in the universe thou canst not find A space ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 334, August 1843 • Various
... thereon. 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, her with my ship and my company ...
— The Iliad of Homer • Homer (Lang, Leaf, Myers trans.)
... inspector does, This bird and that, and said the meat— But here his words I won't repeat— Was anything but fit to eat. 'Ah!' cried the lady, 'there's a fly I never knew to tell a lie; His coat, you see, is bottle-green; He knows a thing or two I ween; My dear, I beg you, do not buy: Such game as this may suit the dogs.' So on our peddling sportsman jogs, His soul possess'd of this surmise, About some men, as well as flies: A filthy taint they soonest find Who are ...
— The Fables of La Fontaine - A New Edition, With Notes • Jean de La Fontaine
... not only to thee, but to all of us, who, following our sun, have faced westward so long that the light of the morning shows through the dim haze of memory. But happier than even the old days will be the young ones, I ween, when, following still westward, we suddenly come to the gates of the east and the morning once more; and there, in the dawn of a day which is endless, we find our lost youth and its loves, to lose them and it no more ...
— How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Year's - And Other Stories • W. H. H. Murray
... reflect a light that is divine Makes that which doth reflect it better seen, And if to see is to contemn the shrine, 'Twere surely better it had never been: It had been better for her NOT TO SHINE, And for me NOT TO SING. Better, I ween, For us to yield no more that radiance bright, For them, to lack the light than scorn ...
— Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. • Jean Ingelow
... 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 my purpose. ...
— Stories from Le Morte D'Arthur and the Mabinogion • Beatrice Clay
... indeed, how that Jove was formerly inflamed with the love of Semele; they know too, how that formerly the lovely bright Aurora bore away Cephalus up to the Gods, for love, but still they live in heaven, and fly not from the presence of the Gods: but they acquiesce yielding, I ween, to what has befallen them. And wilt thou not bear it? Thy father then ought to have begotten thee on stipulated terms, or else under the dominion of other Gods, unless thou wilt be content with these laws. How many, thinkest thou, are in full and complete possession ...
— The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I. • Euripides
... a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, And a wonderful tale I ween, Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh, And Tush, his virtuous Queen. And here is a tale of the crafty Ogs, In their neighbouring land of Podge; Of their sayings and doings and plottings and brewings, And something about Sir Stodge. Wise ...
— The Glugs of Gosh • C. J. Dennis
... concourse swarms on yonder quay! The sky re-echoes with new shouts of joy; By all this show, I ween 'tis Lord Mayor's day; I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy— No, now I see them near.—Oh, these are they Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy. Hail to the bard, whom long as lost we mourned From siege, from battle, ...
— The Age of Pope - (1700-1744) • John Dennis
... kind a husband as ever was seen Was Blue Beard then, for a month, I ween; And she was as proud as any queen, And as happy as she could be, too; But her husband called her to him one day, And said, "My dear, I am going away; It will not be long that I shall stay; There is business for ...
— Bitter-Sweet • J. G. Holland
... race, in his labours were seen A jumble of both their professions, I ween; For, when his own genius he ventured to trust, His pies seemed of brick, and his houses of crust. Then good Mr. Tutor, pray be not so vain, Since your family ...
— The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle, Volume I • Tobias Smollett
... of; and obliged to make a ruined girl an honest woman, as they phrase it in LANCASHIRE. Don't you wish so, my dear? And let me add, that had the relations of the injured lady completed their intended vengeance on those two libertines; (a very proper punishment, I ween, for all libertines;) it might have helped them to pass the rest of their lives with great tranquillity; and honest girls might, for any contrivances of theirs, have passed to ...
— The History of Sir Charles Grandison, Volume 4 (of 7) • Samuel Richardson
... certain young lady, Who's just in her hey-day, And full of all mischief, I ween; So teasing! so pleasing! Capricious! delicious! And you know very well whom ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 2 (of 4) • Various
... the world, I ween, Where the passionate lover of music is seen In the balcony near the roof: While the very best seat in the first stage-box Is filled by the person who laughs and talks Through the harmony's ...
— Poems of Sentiment • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... 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 |
