Bedimming

And with fond threats, and tears bedimming her soft eyes, ❋ Various (N/A)

Queen Anaïtis was very beautiful, even under his bedimming shadow. ❋ James Branch Cabell (1918)

As cloth after cloth is removed, the light seems to grow brighter and stronger, and yet it has changed not, the change being in the removal of the confining and bedimming coverings. ❋ William Walker Atkinson (1897)

Percival was suddenly conscious of a mist bedimming his eyes. ❋ George Barr McCutcheon (1897)

It seemed as if never so thin a gauze had been drawn over the face of the sun, just faintly bedimming, without obscuring it. ❋ Henry Harland (1883)

It was ten minutes past eight o'clock, the shades of night were already bedimming the landscape -- a vast plain which the evening mist seemed to prolong into the infinite, and where, far away, bright dots of light shone out from the windows of lonely, scattered houses. ❋ ��mile Zola (1871)

The daylight from the street then entered in a lurid stream, bedimming the glare of lamps and candles. ❋ ��mile Zola (1871)

But he thought also of the beauty of Maria, of the sweetness of her smile, and of the tears of voiceless gratitude which he had seen bedimming the lustre of her bright eyes. ❋ Alexander Leighton (1837)

Mrs. Fairfax placed her hands upon their heads, tears bedimming her own eyes, and blessed them, and then kissed her daughter as she was about to leave the room. ❋ Unknown (1834)

What a total and admirable contrast between this and a Gothic church! the latter so dim and mysterious, with its various aisles, its intricacy of pointed arches, its dark walls and columns and pavement, and its painted glass windows, bedimming even what daylight might otherwise get into its eternal evening. ❋ Nathaniel Hawthorne (1834)

What business have we to prophesy bedimming tears to those resplendent eyes? or that the talisman of that witching smile can ever lose its magic? ❋ John Wilson (1819)

"It is precisely those superstitions which hang about your mind like bedimming clouds, my Romola, that make one great reason why I could wish we were two hundred leagues from Florence. ❋ George Eliot (1849)