Withered

Examples

• She wished her hand had withered before she had done so. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• His face was as sharp as a hatchet, and the skin of it was as yellow and dry and withered as an autumn leaf. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• A grey dusty withered evening in London city has not a hopeful aspect. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• When they were withered I had dried them and put them in a book that I was fond of. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Like the seed mentioned in the parable of the sower, some fell on good ground and grew to produce a bountiful harvest, but many withered by the wayside. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• His face is dark, like his hair and eyes; and, although he can't be more than six or eight and twenty, withered and haggard. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• What have you got to say for yourself, you withered old fence, eh? Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• They fall off from me, he said to himself, they hold no more by me than a withered leaf by the bough when a breeze blows on it! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• If you please, mistress,' said a withered old female pauper, hideously ugly: putting her head in at the door, 'Old Sally is a-going fast. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Over it broods the spell of a curse that has withered its fields and fettered its energies. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• While he was yet undecided, she had quitted England; the news of his marriage reached her, and her hopes, poorly nurtured blossoms, withered and fell. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• The breeze scattered the grey locks on his temples, the rain drenched his uncovered head, he sat hiding his face in his withered hands. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• She is in a garden; and near her stands a sharp, dark, withered woman, with a white scar on her lip. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• If I had beheld a thousand roses blowing in a top set of chambers, in that withered Gray's Inn, they could not have brightened it half so much. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Reason still whispered me, laying on my shoulder a withered hand, and frostily touching my ear with the chill blue lips of eld. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• They walked along rapidly up the snow-road, that was marked by withered branches of trees stuck in at intervals. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• His yellow rags of shirt lay open at the throat, and showed his body to be withered and worn. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• I humbly thank the Power and the Glory,' said Betty Higden, holding up her withered hands, 'that I have come to my journey's end! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He rose in bed, drew up his withered limbs, and rolled about in uncouth positions; he was acting--he was at the theatre. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• It was an old woman, tall and shapely still, though withered by time, on whom his eyes fell when he stopped and turned. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• No fierce dry blast has dealt rudely with the surface of her frame; no burning sun has crisped or withered her tresses. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He had that withered sort of paleness which will sometimes come on young faces, and his hand was very cold when she shook it. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• For Becky Sharp, answered Jemima, trembling very much, and blushing over her withered face and neck, as she turned her back on her sister. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Many cities of the east were left vacant, and in several districts of Italy the harvest and the vintage withered on the ground. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• My dear young lady,' rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; 'crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the god of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and--and in short you are for ever floored. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• I don't feel like myself when you lay that withered old claw on my shoulder, so take it away,' said Sikes, casting off the Jew's hand. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Weaker than that, I took the withered flowers out and put them for a moment to her lips. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• The purple of heath-bloom, faded but not withered, tinged the hills. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Behold these sad eyes, these sunken cheeks, this withered frame! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.

Editor: Stacy