For thy coat of mail, bedight In thy spotless robe of white.
"Rienzi" by Edward Bulwer Lytton
This, and not the gold-bedight slim neighbor of Cathay, was now the lure of the Susan Constant, the Goodspeed, and the Discovery.
"Pioneers of the Old South" by Mary Johnston
An unimaginable tapestry bedight with incredible broidery, the Metal People draped the vast cup.
"The Metal Monster" by A. Merritt
Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour?
"Ulysses" by James Joyce
In russet brown bedight, He crept along, etc.
"The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. II." by William Wordsworth
Bedight, xii, 21, adorned.
"Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I" by Edmund Spenser
Drinking-houses were gayly bedight and busy.
"John March, Southerner" by George W. Cable
And the Lady bore in her hand a sleeve of flame-colored satin very richly bedight with many pearls of great price.
"The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions" by Howard Pyle
Why art thou thus bedight, so knightly armed?
"An Anthology of Jugoslav Poetry; Serbian Lyrics" by Various
The little lad, radiant with pride, the huge bay horse, lean and gaunt and hairy, bedight as never was horse before.
"The Angel of the Gila:" by Cora Marsland
In dim samite was she bedight,
And on her hair a hoop of gold,
Like fox-fire in the tawn moonlight,
Was glimmering cold.
"Morgan le Fay" by Madison Julius Cawein
Seeing the rose with love bedight,
The envious sky frowned dark, and then
Sent forth a messenger of light
And caught the dewdrop up again.
"Mother And Child" by Eugene Field
I have a bower at Bucklesford-Bury,
Full daintilye bedight,
If thoult wend thither, my little Musgràve,
Thoust lig in mine armes all night.
"The Ballad of Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard" by Anonymous British
The trees with silvery rime bedight
Their branches bare.
By day no sun appeared; by night
The hidden moon shed thievish light
In the misty air.
"I Shall Never Love the Snow Again" by Robert Seymour Bridges
Such news is never old,
Though in each ear't is told,
As a first birthday.
Welcome, thou ray of light!
In golden prayers bedight,
Sail down thy mirth-way!
"The Baby" by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
When fortunes frown, the woes, bedight
With brooding shadows, bring the night,
While dismal sorrows darkness dole,
And disappointments rise and roll
Above the longings for the light.
"When Fortunes Frown" by Freeman Edwin Miller