- in my heart there
was a kind of fighting
not let me sleep. Methought
I lay Worse
than the mutines
in the bilboes. Rashly— And prais'd be rashness...
I saw my late espoused saint Methought
I saw my late espoused saint Brought
to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, Whom Jove's great...
- he go about
this dream. Methought
I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought
I was,—and methought
I had,—but man is but a patched
- drawn, and were purely
for show: Looking
on the lines
Of my boy's face, methought
I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself
unbreech'd In my green...
- that noise, Ruin, destruction
at the utmost
point. Man. Of ruin indeed methought
the noise. Oh it continues, they have slain
my son. Chor. Thy...
she is mute. She chooses
not to speak. Milton's famous
I Saw My Late Espoused
Saint", c. 1650, alludes
to the myth, with the...
- lamp-light gloating
o'er, She shall
press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought
, the air grew denser, perfumed
from an unseen censer Swung
- appear occasionally
in literature, including Hamlet
(Act V, Scene
I lay worse
than the mutinies
in the bilboes") and the journals
when I did love, did love, Methought
it was very sweet
To contract–o–the time, for–a–my behove, Oh, methought
, there–a–was nothing–a–meet. (V.i...
to the fate of Actaeon. "O, when mine eyes did see Olivia
the air of pestilence, That instant
was I turned
into a hart...