overshone

So she stood, belonging to the sunshine and the weather, taking no more notice of me than of the dark-stained caper-bush which hung from the wall above her head, whilst I, waiting at her side, was like the moon in the daytime sky, overshone, obliterated, in spite of my black clothes.

Twilight in Italy 2003

He had donned his gilded armor and looked quite splendid in his own right, though he was both overshone and overshadowed by the towering figure of the caped necromancer.

Into the Thinking Kingdoms Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1999

He had donned his gilded armor and looked quite splendid in his own right, though he was both overshone and overshadowed by the towering figure of the caped necromancer.

Into the Thinking Kingdoms Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1999

He had the bold beauty of his brother Dougal, ruined as it was, and when he lifted the veil of detachment from his eyes, the power of the man overshone the wreck of his body.

Dragonfly in Amber Gabaldon, Diana 1992

So she stood, belonging to the sunshine and the weather, taking no more notice of me than of the dark-stained caper-bush which hung from the wall above her head, whilst I, waiting at her side, was like the moon in the daytime sky, overshone, obliterated, in spite of my black clothes.

Twilight in Italy 1907

For the fresh westerly wind, coming with the _Titan_, made nearly a calm on her deck; and the dense fog, though overshone by a bright star-specked sky, was so chilly that the last talkative passenger had fled to the light and life within.

The Wreck of the Titan or, Futility Morgan Robertson 1888

Seest thou light in his eyes, light by which love's pales and is overshone?

Poems & Ballads (Second Series) Swinburne's Poems Volume III Algernon Charles Swinburne 1873

I would rather have a smaller sphere where my light may not suffer by comparison than be overshone by him. '

Expositions of Holy Scripture Ephesians; Epistles of St. Peter and St. John Alexander Maclaren 1868

Among the rainbow colours that glowed on my horizon, lay even in childhood a dark ring of Care, as yet no thicker than a thread, and often quite overshone; yet always it reappeared, nay ever waxing broader and broader; till in after-years it almost over-shadowed my whole canopy, and threatened to engulf me in final night.

Sartor Resartus, and On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History Thomas Carlyle 1838