A lily hand, in parting's silent woe, Gave thee to me in morning's twilight shade; Instead of blood, I saw thee first be-Dewed With sorrow's tear-pearls flowing o'er thy blade.
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
Human flowers they were, Dewed with diamonds.
"Rose of Dutcher's Coolly"
Hamlin Garland
The cold sweat rolled in great drops down his brow, while the foam of agony Dewed his pallid lips, and his frame trembled in a terrible convulsion.
"St. Patrick's Eve"
Charles James Lever