Definitions

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. The dew formed in the night.

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Examples

  • It sounded nice, when the long sunset fell over the formal gardens of Chunderquist House, and the night-dew was falling on the nodding blooms and the scent of fresh-cut grass was in the air, and she said, Would you like to see our apiary?

    Agent Q, or The Smell Of Danger!

  • The poor boy never awoke again; the heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself.

    Household Tales

  • When the night-dew and the mountain breeze had cooled my burning brow, and my thoughts had resumed their usual course, I realized that to pursue my perished happiness would be unavailing and unreasonable.

    A Hero of Our Time

  • When he woke up, the trampling of horses had died away in the distance; the light sand of the desert, which their feet had stirred, had settled down again like the heavy night-dew, so that he could see no trace of their footmarks.

    The Rocky Island and Other Similitudes

  • The night-dew had been remarkably heavy, and when the sun burst through the thick array of clouds that impended over the French coast, the cordage and sails discharged a sparkling shower of large pellucid drops.

    The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 14, No. 395, October 24, 1829

  • Naturally and tenderly, like any simple girl, she bent over her lover, laid her hand upon his head, and caressingly smoothed back from his brow the straggling curls, damp with night-dew.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 04, No. 21, July, 1859

  • A snowy turban, from which hung on either temple a cluster of crimson camellias still wet with the night-dew; long raven curls of undisturbed grace falling on shoulders of that indescribable and dewy coolness which follows a morning bath. '

    Little Memoirs of the Nineteenth Century

  • A portion of the night-dew must be attributed to this secretion of water.

    At the Deathbed of Darwinism A Series of Papers

  • When the night-dew and the mountain breeze had cooled my burning brow, and my thoughts had resumed their usual course, I realized that to pursue my perished happiness would be unavail-ing and unreasonable.

    A Hero of Our Time

  • When I woke I saw Mulvaney, the night-dew gemming his moustache, leaning on his rifle at picket, lonely as Prometheus on his rock, with

    Soldier Stories

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