She sat glancing vaguely about the little sitting-room, dimly lit by the pallid-Globed lamp, which left in twilight the outlines of the furniture, of his writing-table heaped with books and papers, of the tea-roses and jasmine drooping on the mantel-piece.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
As he entered, the gaze of the two met in the veiled light of the green-Globed lamp, and the fire flickered high on the gas-log hearth.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
The sun was just rising, the dew was still Globed on the wild roses.
"Rose of Dutcher's Coolly"
Hamlin Garland