Methought
[mɪ'θɔːt] or [mi'θɔt]
Definition
(imp.) of Methinks
Edited by Edith
Definition
See Methinks.
Checked by Douglas
Examples
- In my reverie, methought I saw the continent of Europe, like a wide dream-land, far away. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- My eyes were bloodshot, starting from my head; every artery beat, methought, audibly, every muscle throbbed, each single nerve felt. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- I could not but perceive that Perdita loved Raymond; methought also that he regarded the fair daughter of Verney with admiration and tenderness. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought this was but a poor expedient; but I assured him of my obedience and zeal. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought the apartment only was changed, being of different proportions and dimensions. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Methought the charm would be broken if I were seen, but I heard the music of her voice and was happy. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought I heard a noise, a step in the far chapel, which was re-echoed by its vaulted roof, and borne to me through the hollow passages. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- At all events methought that the wound could be healed; and, if they remained together, it would be so. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought above the portico was engraved the Hic jacet of England. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought the sea-side was the most probable retreat to be chosen by such a one. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Methought the time was now arrived, when, childish occupations laid aside, I should enter into life. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Surely methought, I must have seen that man before. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- By Saint John of Acre, said Ivanhoe, raising himself joyfully on his couch, methought there was but one man in England that might do such a deed! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Prosers, methought, require an education; But poets gain, by birth, their own vocation. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Methought then that his voice sounded strangely. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- Methought I yet saw that mantling blush, and the fine expressive curve of that quivering lip! Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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