Eclectic Pennsylvania band

Usage examples of ween.

Brighter days and lighter cheer, Gathers thus the quiet gloaming -- Now, I ween, the end is near.

No other had come superior to him, I ween, except Heracles, if for one year more he had tarried and been nurtured among the Aetolians.

For these dread monsters too, I ween, the goddess Hera, bride of Zeus, had nurtured to be a trial for Heracles.

Them would he slay in torment and in pain, Weening that God might not his pride abate.

Hence arises that over weening complacency and self-esteem, both national and individual, which at once renders them so extremely obnoxious to ridicule, and so peculiarly restive under it.

Zacht wond zij haar arm om zijn hals en het hart brak haar, nu zij hem, zoo groot en sterk, in hare omhelzing hoorde weenen.

Emboldened by their success, the Boers sent raiding parties over the Tugela on either flank, which were only checked by our patrols being extended from Springfield on the west to Weenen on the east.

He weened well, for that Fortune him sent Such hap, that he escaped through the rain, That of his foes he mighte not be slain.

For after the hore-frost, ensued the hot and temperat sun, whereby the little birds weening that the spring time had bin come, did chirp and sing in their steven melodiously : the mother of stars, the parent of times, and mistres of all the world : The fruitfull trees rejoyced at their fertility : The barren and sterill were contented at their shadow, rendering sweete and pleasant shrills !

Under pleasance, and under busy pain, That no wight weened that he coulde feign, So deep in grain he dyed his colours.

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 life a livelier lovelihead:-- So Life herself, thy spirit's friend and love, Even still as Spring's authentic harbinger Glows with fresh hours for hope to glorify.

Whom when as Turpin saw so loosely layd,He weened well, that he in deed was dead,Like as that other knight to him had sayd:But when he nigh approcht, he mote areadPlaine signes in him of life and liuelihead.

Nay, I ween Dara Riatha is right, for 'tis better to make two crossings than to chance being swept over the brim of Bellon and into the Cauldron below.

Such whenas Archimago them did view,He weened well to worke some vncouth wile,Eftsoones vntwisting his deceiptfull clew,He gan to weaue a web of wicked guile,And with faire countenance and flattring stile,To them approching, thus the knight bespake:Faire sonne of Mars, that seeke with warlike spoile.

Foolish old man, said then the Pagan wroth,That weenest words or charmes may force withstond:Soone shalt thou see, and then beleeue for troth,That I can carue with this inchaunted brondHis Lords owne flesh.