I will fling ambition away Like a vain and glittering toy; With tristful weeping will I pray And wash my sin's alloy.
"A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems"
A. B. S. Tennyson
Ye have made me, ye have made me Querulous of you, that care not, Eyes so tristful, yet I dare not Say to what ye have betrayed me.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
But why these pensive tristful looks, now she hath her heart's desire?
"A Set of Rogues"
Frank Barrett