toilworn

First, the toilworn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's ....

Queen Victoria

First, the toilworn Craftsman, that, with earth-made Implement, laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's.

The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book

I kissed her toilworn old hands, and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy dropped a kiss on her old gray head as we passed out into the rose-and-gold morning.

Letters on an Elk Hunt

Nothing will sustain you more potently than the power to recognize in your humdrum routine, as perhaps it may be thought, the true poetry of life—the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary man, of the plain, toilworn woman, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and their griefs.

The Student Life

Till the clouds o’er toilworn cities with thy starry beams are strewn.

Thrushes

I beheld the stealthy forms of men, toilworn and ragged, whose battered, rusty armour glinted ever and anon as they crept in two companies advancing to right and left.

Martin Conisby's Vengeance

This accomplished I found time to praise my companion's diligence; but finding her all wearied out with such rough and arduous labour, grew mighty vexed with my heedlessness, reproaching myself therewith; but she (and all toilworn as she was) laughed her weariness to scorn, as was ever her way:

Black Bartlemy's Treasure

A picture of toilworn age, of the inevitable end of all mortal labour, he had sat for hours in the faint sunshine, smiling with his sunken, babyish mouth at the brood of white turkeys that crowded about the well.

The Miller of Old Church

An unutterable joy swept into the hearts of every decrepit father, aged mother, toilworn brother, and burden-ladened sister, who had watched and waited through long weary years for the fruitage of a faith which had sent heavenward unnumbered prayers to Him who watches even the sparrow's fall.

The American Negro: What He Was, What He Is, and What He May Become: A Critical and Practical Discussion

One bright warm noonday in May of the year 1638, Goodwife Pepperell opened the door of her little log cabin, and, screening her eyes from the sun with a toilworn hand, looked about in every direction, as if searching for some one.

The Puritan Twins