from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

  • transitive v. Archaic To think; suppose.

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  • n. Doubt; conjecture.
  • v. To suppose, imagine; to think, believe.
  • v. To expect, hope or wish.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • intransitive v. To think; to imagine; to fancy.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • To be of opinion; have the notion; think; imagine; suppose.
  • n. Doubt; conjecture.


from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

Middle English wenen, from Old English wēnan; see wen-1 in Indo-European roots.

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From Middle English wene, from Old English wēn, wēna ("hope, weening, expectation"), from Proto-Germanic *wēniz, *wēnōn (“hope, expectation”), from Proto-Indo-European *wen- (“to strive, love, want, reach, win”). Cognate with German Wahn ("illusion, false hope").

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From Middle English wenen, from Old English wēnan, from Proto-Germanic *wēnijanan. Cognate with Dutch wanen, German wähnen.


  • 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.

    The Argonautica

  • And the gracious goddess, I ween, inclined her heart to pious sacrifices; and favourable signs appeared.

    The Argonautica

  • For of a surety, I ween, will Aeetes come with his host to bar our passage from the river into the sea.

    The Argonautica

  • Not for long, I ween, wilt thou escape the heavy wrath of Aeetes; but soon will he go even to the dwellings of Hellas to avenge the blood of his son, for intolerable are the deeds thou hast done.

    The Argonautica

  • Assuredly, if he had been here, no trial would there have been of fists, I ween, but when the king drew near to proclaim his rules, the club would have made him forget his pride and the rules to boot.

    The Argonautica

  • Oftentimes, I ween, does speech accomplish at need what prowess could hardly carry through, smoothing the path in manner befitting.

    The Argonautica

  • Even so, I ween, when Zeus has sent a measureless rain, new planted orchard-shoots droop to the ground, cut off by the root — the toil of gardening men; but heaviness of heart and deadly anguish come to the owner of the farm, who planted them; so at that time did bitter grief come upon the heart of King Aeetes.

    The Argonautica

  • In this way your corn-ears will bow to the ground with fullness if the Olympian himself gives a good result at the last, and you will sweep the cobwebs from your bins and you will be glad, I ween, as you take of your garnered substance.

    Hesiod, Homeric Hymns, and Homerica

  • I have told; yet very sweet and clean, as I had known; so that I ween she had stript oft in the lonesome night, and washt her garments in this or that hot spring of the sulphur waters and other matters.

    The Night Land

  • It is bright and steady, glorious and good; nevermore, I ween, will warrior give so rich a gift.

    The Nibelungenlied


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  • Gwen makes her swevening schemes As sweetly on Sir Lance she beams. Good night, I ween. Good knight I've seen, Anon I'll seize you in my dreams.

    October 26, 2014

  • "O laborers, idle shepherds, come, a truth

    I suspect once you've shifted

    the blame to your flutes come undone,

    I ween. No one knows how much

    we've done to ourselves, nor I to each other,

    cracked, before we were born."

    - "The Queen's Apron" by John Ashbery, in Quick Question

    October 11, 2014

  • "But at the last, as a man may not ever endure, Sir Launcelot waxed so faint of fighting and travailing, and was so weary of his great deeds, but he might not lift up his arms for to give one stroke, so that he weened never to have borne arms; and then they all took and led him away into a forest, and there made him to alight and to rest him."

    - Thomas Malory, 'The Holy Grail'.

    September 12, 2009

  • ...Miss Howe has reason to apprehend vengeance from me, I ween.

    Lovelace to Belford, Clarissa by Samuel Richardson

    January 4, 2008