Bethink thee: there hath been great honor shown the Mocenigo.
"The Royal Pawn of Venice" by Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull
But," suddenly bethinking himself, "if we had, it would have been of no use, for you had her.
"Turned Adrift" by Harry Collingwood
Yet bethink thee, that I see and hear on thy behalf what is hidden from thee.
"Famous Tales of Fact and Fancy" by Various
Rina, bethinking herself at last that her Cree was wasted on him, went back to English.
"Two on the Trail" by Hulbert Footner
Bethink thee how dear this moment is, now at last when our eyes behold each other.
"The Sundering Flood" by William Morris
Yet bethink you of the other good men who have done evil deeds?
"The Little Manx Nation - 1891" by Hall Caine
Now, I bethink me, I have sworn to serve my Queen, but I have given no oath of fealty to the Pope.
"Sea-Dogs All!" by Tom Bevan
Yet, bethink thee that `if any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father.
"Joyce Morrell's Harvest" by Emily Sarah Holt
Bethink you also, I pray, that I am of age.
"It Might Have Been" by Emily Sarah Holt
Bethink thee, Dharmaraj, quit now this beast!
"Indian Poetry" by Edwin Arnold
The skies are brass; there falls no aid;
No wind of help will blow.
But I bethink me:—I am made
A man: I rise and go.
"The Disciple" by George MacDonald
Oh! I bethink me of the time,
When with each airy hope in view,
In triumph to this fervid clime
I bore a flowret nurs'd in dew!
No fears did then my joy reprove,
And it was boundless as my love!
"Henry, On The Departure Of His Wife From Calcutta" by Matilda Betham
That gauzy tissue yon bud or flower
That tempt thee at the present hour,
To be worn, then cast aside,
Bethink thee, their price might comfort bring,
Fuel or food to the famishing
And help to the sorely tried.
"Harvests" by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Lord, when my eyes see nothing but grey
In all Thy world that is now so green,
I will bethink me of this spring day
And the house of welcome, known yet unseen;
The wall that conceals
And the faith that reveals.
"Faith" by Edith Nesbit
For dear love sought me, claimed me for his own,
And called me with his voice so strong, so low,
I followed unto bliss, thou hapless one,
I did bethink me of my cruel vow,
The vow I will obey, but oh, my heart!
"The Story Of Gladys" by Marietta Holley
Yes—let them pass without a sigh,
And if the world seem dull and dry,
If long and sad thy lonely hours,
And winds have rent thy sheltering bowers,
Bethink thee what thou art and where,
A sinner in a life of care.
"Eleventh Sunday After Trinity" by John Keble