The Human Seasons Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
John Keats
Poetry
“My friend wants somebody who would do that well, very much.” “Why, I did mention that, and I shouldn’t mind turning my hand to it sometimes,” rejoined Mr. Claypole slowly; “but it wouldn’t pay by itself, you know.” “That’s true!” observed the Jew, ruminating or pretending to ruminate.
Charles Dickens
Oliver Twist
He indicated the reclining ersatz animal, which continued to ruminate attentively, still watching alertly for any indication of oats.
Dick, Philip K.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Later he would ruminate on it, but not now.
Stephen King
Wolves of the Calla
“No!—you undertook to do so.” “True,” replied Danglars; “the French have the superiority over the Spaniards, that the Spaniards ruminate, while the French invent.” “Do you invent, then,” said Fernand impatiently.
Alexandre Dumas
The Count of Monte Cristo
Her woe doth she ruminate over, in a dream, the old, deep midnight—and still more her joy.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus Spake Zarathustra
Anteac had now had sufficient time to ruminate on Leto’s words.
Frank Herbert
God Emperor of Dune
Ruminants The group of quadrupeds which ruminate or chew the cud, such as oxen, sheep, and deer.
Charles Darwin
The Origin of Species
It was raining in Pianosa too by the time they returned to the squadron, and they had the rest of that day to stare woodenly at the bomb line on the map under the awning of the intelligence tent and ruminate hypnotically on the fact that there was no escape.
Heller, Joseph
Catch-22
Indeed, my heart is divided within me while I ruminate it in my mind, whether having snatched him up from out of the lamentable battle, I should not at once place him alive in the fertile land of his own Lycia, or whether I should now destroy him by the hands of the son of Menoetius!
Homer
The Iliad