Sparrows flashed across the Moted sunbeams and lost themselves among the violet and orange shadows of the lantern.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
Through some chink always, see, the Moted light!
"Poems of Paul Verlaine"
Paul Verlaine
She was leaning against a tree, gazing on the ground, a white figure in that iron-Moted gloom.
"The Adventures of Harry Richmond, Complete"
George Meredith Last Updated: March 7, 2009