They greeted its slow coming with dulled, wearied eyes, unwelcoming.

Once more a smile flickered in the wearied eyes that looked up from the pillow.

That sloping headland looked more beautiful than the gates of paradise to our vigil- wearied eyes.

By every fresh defeat, till wearied eyes need pore

How terribly a day stretches out when, with wakeful but wearied eyes, you long for its close!

The touch was thrilling; and I unclosed my wearied eyes, looking up into the sympathetic face of Mademoiselle.

Westcott lifted his head, and gazed about with wearied eyes, smarting still from the whipping of the sand-grit.

A row of bare, empty window-frames faced me whenever I turned my wearied eyes to the scene without.

Argile put his fingers through his hair, clearing the temples, and shutting wearied eyes on a perplexing world.

Arnold saw his wearied eyes close a moment, his lips move as though in petition, then he suddenly turned.

I then sat down, and continued my work as long as my wearied eyes would permit me to see.

In those reveries I passed the hours until daybreak, when the sun and the sea rose together on my wearied eyes.

O man of the world, whose wearied eyes may glance over this page, may those who come after you so regard you!

Kennard's heavy, wearied eyes could perceive the light in her window, five stories above where he lay, in the gutter, a helpless log.

Still rocks piled on rocks faced my wearied eyes, vainly striving to pierce through some chink or cranny into the space behind them.

There, in the distance, stands a motley group-men, women, children-strainingwearied eyes to recognize the forms which crowd a cargo lighter slowly nearing land.