"Weet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... wind and weet, Nae star blinks through the driving sleet; Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... Cards had then, indeed, evidently become very popular in England; and only twenty years afterwards they are spoken of as the common Christmas game, for Margery Paston wrote as follows to her husband, John Paston, on the 24th of December in 1483:—'Please it you to weet (know) that I sent your eldest son John to my Lady Morley, to have knowledge of what sports were used in her house in the Christmas next following after the decease of my lord her husband; and ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... froward a temper?" cried Edward, not without reason. "Why, Warwick, thou art as shrewish to a jest as a woman to advice. Thy kinsman's fortunes shall be my care. Thou sayest thou hast enemies,—I weet not who they be. But to show what I think of them, I make thy namesake and client a gentleman of my chamber. When Warwick is false to Edward, let him think that Warwick's kinsman wears a dagger within reach of the king's heart ...
— The Last Of The Barons, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet Wi' spreckled breast, When upward springing, blithe to greet ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10 - The Guide • Charles Herbert Sylvester
... the hill she gaed, Through snaw und slush and weet, She stoppit wi' a chokin' cry— 'Twas ...
— Alec Forbes of Howglen • George MacDonald
... ye weet that thing that followed that happening that made me acquaint with they two young Damoiselles. I take me to the south wall of that garden one day four and twenty great spikes, which Peter Smith did forge for me and for which I pay him fivepence, and that all the money that I had left of ...
— Men of Iron • Ernie Howard Pyle
... downy and neat, Went out in search of something to eat: Ter-wit, ter-weet! Something to eat! And soon they picked up a ...
— The Nursery, February 1878, Vol. XXIII, No. 2 - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers • Various
... by that stowp, my faith an' houpe, An' by that dear Kilbaigie! If e'er ye want, or meet wi' scant, May I ne'er weet my craigie." ...
— George Cruikshank • William Makepeace Thackeray
... me to wake my wonted pain: The pang of parting takes for ever place within my breast, * And pining makes me desolate in destitution lain. Ecstasy sore maltreats my soul and yearning burns my sprite, * And tears betray love's secresy which I would lief contain: I weet no way, I know no case that can make light my load, * Or heal my wasting body or cast out from me this bane. A hell of fire is in my heart upflames with lambent tongue * And Laza's furnace-fires within my liver place have ta'en. O thou, ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 5 • Richard F. Burton
... Crested Oreoica. Bell-bird, Colonists of Swan River [Western Australia]. . . I find the following remarks in my note-book— 'Note, a very peculiar piping whistle, sounding like weet-weet-weet-weet-oo, the last syllable fully drawn out and very melodious. . . . In Western Australia, where the real Bell-bird is never found, this species has had that appellation given to it,—a term which must appear ill-applied to those who have ...
— A Dictionary of Austral English • Edward Morris
... flies over river and lake, but ever cries eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!" for that is ...
— The Book of Nature Myths • Florence Holbrook
... replied, in the midst of an effort to catch a spittle to wet her parched throat. "He's been at Will Pearson's, and Widow Lindsay's, and Rob Paterson's—he's gaun his auld rounds—and dootless he'll be here too. O Marion! Marion! gie me a spark to weet my throat." ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland Volume 17 • Alexander Leighton
... "the neglect of Sir Walter in not ascertaining the fact in person. My thanks to him, noble kinsman, are greater than you weet of; and he promised to visit me, that he ...
— Rienzi • Edward Bulwer Lytton
... dourness till each man had a cascade from the tail of his coat, and hazarded the suggestion, half-way to Kildrummie, that it had been "a bit scrowie," and "scrowie" being as far short of a "shoor" as a "shoor" fell below "weet." ...
— Stories by English Authors: Scotland • Various |
