• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • n O'ercome owr′kum (Scot.) the burden of a song: overplus
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In literature:

Let me, by stealth, this female plague o'ercome, And from the field return inglorious home.
"The Aeneid" by Virgil
And I'm not sure but what he tries to o'ercome it.
"Adam Bede" by George Eliot
Thou hast o'ercome the steeper way, O'ercome the straighter.
"The Vision of Purgatory, Complete" by Dante Alighieri
Thou hast o'ercome the steeper way, O'ercome the straighter.
"The Divine Comedy, Complete" by Dante Alighieri
I know that I shall die, O'ercome by woe.
"Moorish Literature" by Anonymous
What pain o'ercomes thee?
"The Seven Plays in English Verse" by Sophocles
To guard the palace, Ozmyn, be your care: If they o'ercome, no sword will hurt the fair.
"The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18)" by John Dryden
He has abroad my enemies o'ercome, And I have sought to ruin him at home.
"The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18)" by John Dryden
In vain: the yield is o'ercome by the expense.
"The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus" by Caius Valerius Catullus
Satan o'ercomes none, but by willingness.
"The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2" by Robert Herrick

In poetry:

Warriors o'ercoming and o'ercome,
Alike contented,
Have marched now to the last far drum,
Praised, unlamented.
"Happy Death" by John Freeman
Oh could I e'er have lov'd thee less,
Grief had not quite o'ercome my heart ; —
Had'st thou another liv'd to bless,
Then anger might have claim'd a part.
"Stanzas to Mary" by Mary Anne Browne
Give me, O Lord! sufficient force and might,
That I may all my enemies o'ercome,
And under thy victorious banner fight,
'Till thou, in glorious peace, shalt lead me home.
"A Prayer, Whilst Thou Art Dressing, To Beg The Armour Of God, To Defend Thee From The Assaults Of Si" by Rees Prichard
ALACIEL, when at morn, she oped her eyes,
Was quite o'ercome with terror and surprise,
No tears would flow, and fear restrained her voice;
Unable to resist, she'd got no choice.
"The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba" by Jean de La Fontaine
Then full of Love, to all her Charms retire,
And fold her blushing to my eager Breast,
Till, quite o'ercome with Softness, with Desire,
Like me she pants, she faints, and sinks to Rest.
"Elegy XI" by James Hammond
Nor let Ambition heartless mourn;
When Babel's very ruins burn,
Her high desires may breathe; -
O'ercome thyself, and thou mayst share
With Christ His Father's throne, and wear
The world's imperial wreath.
"Monday In Whitsun-Week" by John Keble