toil-worn

He saw that her toil-worn, weather-exposed hands were like a man's, callused, large-knuckled, and gnarled, and that her stockingless feet were thrust into heavy man's brogans.

Chapter IX 2010

Then he studied the deep-lined face of the toil-worn woman before him, remembered her soups and loaves of new baking, and felt spring up in him the warmest gratitude and philanthropy.

Chapter 25 2010

She was brown, small and toil-worn, and in one arm lay the corpse of a dark baby.

DARKWATER W.E.B. DU BOIS 2004

“Maternity” is another characteristic motif of her work — pictures of old, life-worn women carrying babies in their toil-worn hands.

Mela Muter. 2009

Alas! when the voyage is well spent, and we look about us, toil-worn mariners, how few of our ancient consorts still remain in sight; and they, how torn and wasted, and, like ourselves, struggling to keep as long as possible off the fatal shore, against which we are all finally drifting!

Chronicles of the Canongate 2008

Mistress, though thine eyes see him, yet will I announce we have brought Eurystheus hither for thy pleasure, an unexpected sight, for him no less a chance he ne'er foresaw; for little he thought of ever falling into thy hands, what time he marched from Mycenae with his toil-worn warriors, to sack Athens, thinking himself far above fortune.

The Heracleidae 2008

Mistress, though thine eyes see him, yet will I announce we have brought Eurystheus hither for thy pleasure, an unexpected sight, for him no less a chance he ne'er foresaw; for little he thought of ever falling into thy hands, what time he marched from Mycenae with his toil-worn warriors, to sack Athens, thinking himself far above fortune.

The Heracleidae 2008

Rashleigh, who, finding a forked limb in which he could he down without the danger of falling, stretched his bruised and toil-worn limbs upon it, and overcome by pain and fatigue, slept for some time.

Ralph Rashleigh 2004

Beauty and affability had come in my way when I was recluse, desolate, young, and ignorant: a toil-worn governess perishing of uncheered labour, breaking down before her time.

Shirley, by Charlotte Bronte 2004

In a fit of petty passion I flung the toil-worn boot into the ravine, and began the descent by way of the spur to the west.

Tropic Days 2003