bedimming

And with fond threats, and tears bedimming her soft eyes,

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, Number 358, August 1845 Various

Queen Anaïtis was very beautiful, even under his bedimming shadow.

Jurgen A Comedy of Justice James Branch Cabell 1918

Percival was suddenly conscious of a mist bedimming his eyes.

West Wind Drift George Barr McCutcheon 1897

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.

A Series of Lessons in Raja Yoga William Walker Atkinson 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.

The Cardinal's Snuff-Box Henry Harland 1883

The daylight from the street then entered in a lurid stream, bedimming the glare of lamps and candles.

A Love Episode ��mile Zola 1871

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.

The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes, Complete ��mile Zola 1871

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.

The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete Lourdes, Rome and Paris ��mile Zola 1871

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.

The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes, Volume 1 ��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.

Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXIII Alexander Leighton 1837