But methought it lessened my esteem of a king, that he should not be able to command the rain.
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,john milton
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep.william shakespeare
Methought I saw my late espousèd saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave.john milton
Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened, But nearer, more lofty, more shaggy they seemed. The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest, And hung on the ether's invisible breast; Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright, Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.john ruskin
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.william shakespeare
O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prospero; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and, I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.
Who pass'd, Methought, the melancholy flood With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds Methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.