"Here, first,"-to use Hogg's lines- "He saw the rising morn, Here, first, his infant mind unfurled To Ween the spot where he was born The very centre of the world."
"In the Border Country"
W. S. (William Shillinglaw) Crockett
Had death come ere we parted, it had been The best of all days in the world, I Ween; And this poor heart, where thou art every thing, Would not be fluttering now on passion's wing.
"The Literature of Ecstasy"
Albert Mordell
That won't be difficult, I Ween-where a red rebel stands before the bar.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid