It is probable that the latent emotions of this parting hour had revived, in some degree, his bedimmed and enfeebled faculties.
"The House of the Seven Gables" by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Sometimes, as Grandfather gazed at their fair, unworldly countenances, a mist of tears bedimmed his spectacles.
"Grandfather's Chair" by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ah, whose eye hath not bedimmed in this intoxicated twilight!
"Thus Spake Zarathustra A Book for All and None" by Friedrich Nietzsche
Percival was suddenly conscious of a mist bedimming his eyes.
"West Wind Drift" by George Barr McCutcheon
Then her face flushed, and a warm cloud seemed to bedim her eyes.
"Wild Youth, Volume Complete" by Gilbert Parker
The backgrounds still retain a bedimmed splendor of gilding.
"Passages From the French and Italian Notebooks, Volume 2" by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Pearly tears bedim thine eyes!
"Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete" by Various
What business have we to prophesy bedimming tears to those resplendent eyes?
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2" by John Wilson
Fear not, ye maids, who love to hear me speak; Let no desponding tears bedim your cheek!
"The Bon Gaultier Ballads" by William Edmonstoune Aytoun
The head lies in a pool of blood, the bedimmed eyes, having taken their last look, remain fixedly set on the black roof.
"An Outcast" by F. Colburn Adams
But yesternight it crashing fell,
And now, this morn, I see it lie.
I knew the brave old tree so well,
A tear almost bedims my eye.
"The Pine Tree" by Thomas Frederick Young
Zoo let me zee noo darksome cloud
Bedim to-day thy flow'ry sh'oud,
But let en bloom on ev'ry spraÿ,
Drough all the days o' zunny Maÿ.
"The Lilac" by William Barnes
Three moons have waned, and the Palmer, again,
By Gertrude stands, and smileth fain;
Nor of haste, nor of death, speaks the Palmer, now;
Nor doth sadness or sorrow bedim his brow.
"Sir Raymond And The False Palmer" by Thomas Cooper
Down through the perfumed silences he hears
Their eyelids fluttering: long fingers thrill,
Probing a lassitude bedimmed with tears,
While the nails crunch at every louse they kill.
"The Louse-Hunters" by Aldous Huxley
The prisoner's cell, that all
Life's blessed light bedims,
The lash that cuts, the links that gall,
The poor slaves' festering limbs,—
What is this thraldom, to the chain
That binds and burns the drunkard's brain?
"Hymns and Odes for Temperance Occasions IV" by John Pierpont
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,
With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,
Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine eye.
The cloud soon leaves thy brow, and mild the sun
Looks out with watery beam, looks out and smiles.
"British Georgics. May" by James Grahame