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Unshed  adj.  
1.
Not parted or divided, as the hair. (Obs.)
2.
Not spilt, or made to flow, as blood or tears.






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"Unshed" Quotes from Famous Books



... alone interpreted The new-born feeling in the heart of each: In yours I read your sorrow without speech, Your lonely struggle in their tears unshed. Behind their dreamy sweetness, as a veil, I saw the moving lights of trouble shine; And then my eyes were brightened as with wine, My spirit reeled to ...
— The Poems of Henry Van Dyke • Henry Van Dyke

... that falchion spread Which struck the immortal blow, Throughout all time with leaves unshed— The patriot's hope, the tyrant's dread— Round Freedom's shrine shall grow. Thou art not dead—thou art not dead! ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al

... burning and whose eyes were deep with unshed tears, twisted her hands uncomfortably ...
— Lydia of the Pines • Honore Willsie Morrow

... almost gruff response; for Wyman, the fever stealing back upon him, felt half ashamed of his unshed tears. "That is, provided you retain sufficient sense to listen. Old Gillis was shot over an hour ago, yonder behind that big bowlder, and his girl sits there still holding his head in her lap. She'll get hit also ...
— Bob Hampton of Placer • Randall Parrish

... words, I remember the tremour in the kind voice and the mist of unshed tears through which he looked at me. I'm not dreaming; sometimes I wish I ...
— The Bacillus of Beauty - A Romance of To-day • Harriet Stark

... his hands and drew a little away from him. But he did not lose heart, for though her smile was a wistful one, her eyes were soft with unshed tears, and her face was the face ...
— The Survivor • E.Phillips Oppenheim

... was silent for a time, and gazed fixedly on the ground; then she looked up; the mist of unshed tears dimmed her blue eyes, and her bosom heaved with the sigh she ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850 • Various

... that I, remembering my own confidence two nights before and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terror. It must have been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all the more, like unshed tears. ...
— Dracula • Bram Stoker

... her, and this small success following upon the mortification of the previous hour, gave her an appetite. She called for a quantity of meringues and nougat, and finished by a glass of wine. Jack followed her example, but with more moderation, his great grief having filled his eyes with unshed tears and his ...
— Jack - 1877 • Alphonse Daudet

... of this dog has the peculiarity that if not kept constantly brushed out it twists up into little cords which increase in length as the new hair grows and clings about it. The unshed old hair and the new growth entwined together thus become distinct rope-like cords. Eventually, if these cords are not cut short, or accidentally torn off, they drag along the ground, and so prevent the poor ...
— Dogs and All About Them • Robert Leighton

... Aurora comes but seldom. The cough hurts her. She is busy. I do not look into her eyes. I lie and gaze across the field. It stretches from my window—sunny, French field! Miles away, beneath a Polish sky, I see my mother's eyes. Unshed tears are heavy. "Fritz, little Fritz," she calls to me, "thou wilt be a great musician. Poland will be proud of thee!" Poland—dear land—proud of Frederic Chopin! My heart ...
— Unfinished Portraits - Stories of Musicians and Artists • Jennette Lee

... made so wretched." She rose and filled a glass with wine, and offered it to Joris, who was the very image of mental suffering,—all the fine colour gone out of his face, and his large blue eyes swimming in unshed tears. ...
— The Bow of Orange Ribbon - A Romance of New York • Amelia E. Barr

... his tongue; Out of the dark he raised his voice and sung The high Messiah who should overthrow The gods that Superstition crowned with might And set above the world,—the coming Christ Whose unshed blood should be the holy tryst 'Twixt man and his lost Eden, washing white From his rebellious ...
— Pan and Aeolus: Poems • Charles Hamilton Musgrove

... does Love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek The sudden silence and reserve when near; The eye that glistens with an unshed tear; The joy that seems the counterpart of fear, As the alarmed heart leads in the breast, And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest: ...
— The Kingdom of Love - and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox

... downcast eyes, whose drooping lashes were heavy with unshed tears, I saw a glass of water held before me by an unsteady hand. I looked up and saw Richard Clyde, his student's robe of flowing black silk gathered up by his left arm, who had literally forced his way through a triple row of men. We were very near the platform, ...
— Ernest Linwood - or, The Inner Life of the Author • Caroline Lee Hentz

... were new to Rita Montfort. Full of them, she walked slowly to her hut, with bent head, and eyes full of unshed tears. Meanwhile, the good General went back to his tent, where Carlos awaited him ...
— Rita • Laura E. Richards

... the first beam of daylight penetrated the light material of the window blinds, and slowly flooded the room, it found Nan in a troubled sleep with two great unshed tears slowly welling in the corners of her eyes, and ready to fall heavily and sadly down the perfect moulding ...
— The Forfeit • Ridgwell Cullum

... tolerant bitterness, as if all these questions no longer interested her personally. She sat forward, with one hand on the arm of her chair. "Come," she said, with a little laugh that shook and trembled on the brink of a whole sea of unshed tears, "I will speak the first word. When my husband died, my heart broke—and it was Otto von Holzen who killed him." Her eyes flashed suddenly, and she threw herself back in the chair. ...
— Roden's Corner • Henry Seton Merriman

... will live, Richard," she said, gently and tenderly, her deep-blue eyes dim with the mist of unshed tears. ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 10, No. 57, July, 1862 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various

... now how the unshed tears burnt in my eyes as I said the female society had left me to myself, and begged to know with whom I had associated. In return I heard something that filled me with indignation about his nephew, Dermot Tracy, not being exactly the companion for an unchaperoned ...
— My Young Alcides - A Faded Photograph • Charlotte M. Yonge

... his,—her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing infancy, Daughters and sons of beauty, but—behold! Upon her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye, As if its lids were charged with unshed tears." ...
— Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey • Washington Irving

... near drowned, an' the air's thick like a washin'-day everywheers, an' a terrible braave sight o' rain unshed in ...
— Children of the Mist • Eden Phillpotts

... chair. Bending above her he gave her the whole story of the night, and she scarcely interrupted with a question, sitting there dry-eyed, with only an occasional sob shaking her slender form. As he ended, she looked up into his face, and now he could see a mist of unshed tears ...
— Keith of the Border • Randall Parrish

... were glistening with as yet unshed tears. "I've never seen you go off on a wild tangent like this before! On the word of an old fraud like Forsythe, a man who lies about half the time, you talk the Administration into sinking hundreds of millions of dollars into the biggest space ...
— Fifty Per Cent Prophet • Gordon Randall Garrett

... came back to us, a color like flame burned in her cheeks, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. No one but me noticed it. Every one ...
— Flint - His Faults, His Friendships and His Fortunes • Maud Wilder Goodwin

... close, loving grasp, while his averted eyes were dim with unshed tears; but at length, passing his hand over them to clear away the blinding mist, he opened the little book and turned over its pages with trembling fingers, and ...
— Holidays at Roselands • Martha Finley

... crucifix," she said in solemn, infinitely tender accents, with a mist as of unshed tears in her sweet blue eyes. "It was round her neck when she died. I knew I had lost it, and was very unhappy about it. I do thank you with all my heart for bringing it ...
— Thelma • Marie Corelli

... almost afraid to inquire how the sufferer fared, for Ned's eyes were fairly swimming with unshed tears; but he smiled brightly, and said, "The ladies and gentlemen in the town, they set up a subscribetion, and bought the poor chap a first-rate pair o' wooden legs, and he could even manage to ride about after a bit; and instead o' wandering about looking for country, or gold, or what not, ...
— Station Amusements • Lady Barker

... of thorns upon the head Of Love, when he across my threshold came. I knew the sign and did not ask his name, But took him to my heart, although he said, 'The soul's dumb agonies, the tears unshed That sear the heart, th' injustice and the blame Of the harsh world,—God wills that I should claim Through these immortal ...
— Sonnets • Nizam-ud-din-Ahmad, (Nawab Nizamat Jung Bahadur)

... was broken for a moment only by Heliet's sobs. The Earl had covered his face with his hands. Then he looked into Clarice's pleading eyes, with eyes in which unshed tears were glistening. ...
— A Forgotten Hero - Not for Him • Emily Sarah Holt

... sky. Sing on, for hearts are growing pure again Beneath thy woman's spell; a power divine You wield to-night to soften and refine. Faint hearts are growing sad and full of pain, Proud eyes that have not wept for many years Are downward cast, and filled with unshed tears. What though thy heart is in that low, sad song, They know it not, their souls are borne along And strangely thrilled by its sweet melody; They cannot know what thoughts may dwell in thee. A song may wake ...
— Love or Fame; and Other Poems • Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

... that. I haven't any other place to go. But I would like to know who I am. Maybe—maybe," and Dave's voice was husky, "I might have a—a sister somewhere in this world. Oh, what I'd give if I had!" and unshed tears shone in ...
— Cowboy Dave • Frank V. Webster

... to explain what had happened, so that no one might rest under a misapprehension. And when he briefly described how Hugh had so thoroughly whipped the hitherto invincible town bully, every one applauded. It might be noticed also that pretty Peggy Noland looked at her company with unshed tears in her eyes; and she was unusually good to Owen the balance of the evening, so that he had a jolly time of it, taken ...
— The Chums of Scranton High - Hugh Morgan's Uphill Fight • Donald Ferguson

... July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one ...
— Gitanjali • Rabindranath Tagore

... fraction of a second, a look of keenest anguish filled his face, his eyes grew moist with unshed tears, and were full of appeal, of enquiry, as he swept the ...
— The Mark of the Beast • Sidney Watson

... strong and faithful friend gleamed with unshed tears as she turned them upon the prior, ...
— The Royal Pawn of Venice - A Romance of Cyprus • Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull

... the boys who were now, they also, separating and going back each to his home for the last evening perhaps, to be loved and made much of. Barlow vaguely pictured the scenes in those little homes—eyes bright with unshed tears, love and laughter and courage, patriotism as fine as in any great house in America, determination that in giving to America what was dearest it should be given with high spirit—that the boys should have smiling faces to remember, over there. ...
— Joy in the Morning • Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

... Linda. "I have not cried, because I make it a rule never to resort to tears when I can help it; so what you see now is unshed tears in my heart. They in no way relate to what you so aptly term my 'war of dissatisfaction'; they are for Marian. She has lost again, this time the Nicholson and Snow ...
— Her Father's Daughter • Gene Stratton-Porter

... of sight. They were gone! She felt as though a piece of herself had been torn away from her and flung out for the world to trample upon. For a long time she stood staring from the window into the darkness, unshed tears burning behind her eyes and throat, trying to steady the beating of her heart and get used to the gnawing trouble that somehow made ...
— Cloudy Jewel • Grace Livingston Hill

... raindrops linkt and strung arow Broider with stars the winter bough. This was her requiem and farewell To them, thus rang she her own knell; Nor more gave she, nor more asked they, But took and went the fairy way. For thus with unshed tears made blind Went she: thus go the fairy kind Whither fate driveth; not as we Who fight with it, and deem us free Therefore, and after pine, or strain Against our prison bars in vain. For to them Fate is Lord of ...
— Helen Redeemed and Other Poems • Maurice Hewlett

... Professor Green, he had actually "hollered" at a poor freshman who had in reading some poetry pronounced "unshed tears" as though unshed were in one syllable. "'Unched tears', I could almost shed them," said the much-tried teacher; and all because a certain Molly Brown had a cousin Philippe who was kind enough to see that she heard all the lectures worth while ...
— Molly Brown's Orchard Home • Nell Speed

... me in a pleading sort of way. I wouldn't swear that her eyes were wet with unshed tears, but I rather think they were, certainly she clasped ...
— Right Ho, Jeeves • P. G. Wodehouse

... seemed a moment, might have been an age; when from high in the golden haze that canopied this heaven, another angel came; its vans like East and West; a sunrise one, sunset the other. As silver-fish in vases, so, in his azure eyes swam tears unshed. ...
— Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) • Herman Melville

... been—well, not exactly repulsed, but certainly ignored; her advice had melted to thin air as soon as it was spoken. As Molly flitted from her over the young weeds in the meadow, the older woman stood looking after her with a heaviness, like the weight of unshed tears, in her eyes. Not the girl's future, but her own, appeared to her barren of interest, robbed even of hope. The spirit that combats, she saw, had never been hers—nor had the courage that prevails. For this reason fate had been hard to her—because she had never yielded to pressure—because ...
— The Miller Of Old Church • Ellen Glasgow

... humiliating desire to cry. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, her knees refused to bear her. Thankfully she sat down on the foot-board of Fay's little pram. The tall figure between the two little ones suddenly grew blurred and dim. Furtively she blew her nose and wiped her eyes. They were not a stone's throw from ...
— Jan and Her Job • L. Allen Harker

... the flush of pain dying out of her face, but her eyes still shining with unshed tears,—"no, I cannot talk of it. I should be wicked if I could believe it; it would make me wicked. Don't ever speak to ...
— John Ward, Preacher • Margaret Deland

... but it was a smile through a cloud of unshed tears. Lovely as death might be, she would like to get the good of this world before going to the next!—As if God would deny us any good!—At one time she had been willing to go, she thought, but she was not now!—The world had of late grown very ...
— Donal Grant • George MacDonald

... mistily the long, rigid figure on the bed, her eyes ached with unshed tears; her heart throbbed like a heavy pain. Here was something she had never understood; a thing so real and strong that no earthly touch could kill ...
— At the Crossroads • Harriet T. Comstock

... glistened with unshed tears. "Dear old grandpa!" she murmured. "But, dear papa, be comforted! he may live for years yet, and should it please God to take him, we know that our loss will be his ...
— Grandmother Elsie • Martha Finley

... stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds—a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander ...
— The Fugitive • Rabindranath Tagore

... to sound the depths Of her tears repressed and unshed; Nor dreamed 'mid plenty a human heart Could be ...
— Poems • Frances E. W. Harper

... watching the familiar landscape sweeping backward past the windows of the express train. She knew it all by heart, the low hillocks crowned with clusters of shaggy oaks still thick with unshed leaves, the strips of salt marsh with the haycocks like gigantic beehives, the peeps of blue sea, sail-dotted or crossed by a thin line of smoke, and the neat little towns so characteristic of southern New England. Impulsively she turned to ...
— Phebe, Her Profession - A Sequel to Teddy: Her Book • Anna Chapin Ray

... behind a smiling face, that sorrow of the "soul" which would sooner die than be found out. They can realise the tragedy of a broken back, but they cannot realise the tragedy of a broken heart, still less of a broken spirit. And if that heart and that spirit struggle to hide their unshed tears behind a mask of cheerfulness, or bravado, or assumed—and sometimes very real—courage, they neither can perceive it nor realise it, and the well-spring of their sympathy, should it be pointed out to ...
— Over the Fireside with Silent Friends • Richard King

... friend, speak, for the love of God," said the lady of Maufant, while her sister's reluctant eye glanced at him, through unshed tears with yet ...
— St George's Cross • H. G. Keene

... face. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears. He felt a rush of emotion. For a moment he forgot this city, he forgot the race, and all those vague remote voices, in the immediate humanity of ...
— The Sleeper Awakes - A Revised Edition of When the Sleeper Wakes • H.G. Wells

... jackass rabbit sorrows as he lopes; The sage-brush glooms along the mountain slopes; In rising clouds the poignant alkali, Tearless itself, makes everybody cry. Washoe canaries on the Geiger Grade Subdue the singing of their cavalcade, And, wiping with their ears the tears unshed, Grieve for their family's unlucky head. Virginia City intermits her trade And well-clad strangers walk her streets unflayed. Nay, all Nevada ceases work to weep And the recording angel goes to sleep. But ...
— Black Beetles in Amber • Ambrose Bierce

... very suburbs of the city on the wings of a moist, intermittent wind. The storm of the previous night, which had lifted during the day, now seemed about to begin anew, and the air was full of a sense of unshed rain. Down in the street, where bits of waste paper and other small refuse spun around under the swaying electric lights, the huge cleaner, called "the devil waggon," was just beginning its nocturnal task. In front of the City Hall, lately such a scene ...
— The Mayor of Warwick • Herbert M. Hopkins

... and down her back. The setting sun would come skipping over the hills and play in her hair, and Jeanette's hair would laugh—laugh out loud. And I—I would bury my face in it, as you bury your face in flowers, and wonder at the unshed tears ...
— Through stained glass • George Agnew Chamberlain

... Somehow for the moment she could find no words. She had a feeling as of unshed tears at her throat. Ah, what had moved him to play to her like that? And why ...
— The Obstacle Race • Ethel M. Dell

... the long mirror so that the poor girl should see herself. Her eyes still had a light as of the soul flying heavenward. The Jewess' complexion was brilliant. Sparkling with tears unshed in the fervor of prayer, her eyelashes were like leaves after a summer shower, for the last time they shone with the sunshine of pure love. Her lips seemed to preserve an expression as of her last appeal to the angels, whose palm of martyrdom she had no ...
— Scenes from a Courtesan's Life • Honore de Balzac

... hands clenched at her sides, each outraged shake of her head loosening the ribbon that bound her hair. "I hate this place, Shane!" she cried, turning swiftly to her brother-in-law. "I wish we were all back aboard the Hoonah!" Her voice trembled with unshed tears of mortification, and both her sister and Shane started toward her with exclamations ...
— Where the Sun Swings North • Barrett Willoughby

... not hear him, but waved her hand, and gave him a bright smile that was brimming with unshed tears. It seemed like instant, daring suicide in him to stand on that swaying, clattering house as it moved off irresponsibly down the plane of vision. She watched him till he was out of sight, a mere speck on the horizon of the ...
— The Girl from Montana • Grace Livingston Hill

... pay for those last," Elsie said, low and tremulously, as she looked at her three tall sons through a mist of unshed tears; "and I will gladly help the Edna's captain to meet the damages incurred in his efforts ...
— Elsie at Nantucket • Martha Finley

... a song of death, but a strengthening one," he would say repeatedly during the day, but also at night, if he could not sleep. He needed it as a child needs its cradle song. Often he was angry when in her confusion and blinded by unshed tears, she chose a wrong one. Like a literary connoisseur who rolls a Horatian ode or a Goethean lyric upon his tongue—even thus he enjoyed these ...
— The Indian Lily and Other Stories • Hermann Sudermann

... almost as soon have parted with her son as the little Electra. For five years the widow had toiled by midnight lamps to feed these two; now oppressed nature rebelled, the long over-taxed eyes refused to perform their office; filmy cataracts stole over them, veiling their sadness and their unshed tears—blindness was creeping on. At his father's death Russell was forced to quit school, and with some difficulty he succeeded in obtaining a situation in a large dry-goods store, where his labours were onerous in the extreme, and his wages a mere pittance. ...
— Macaria • Augusta Jane Evans Wilson

... wakes, an' lifts me 'ead, An' sees 'er standin' there beside the bed; A basin in 'er 'ands; an' in 'er eyes (Eyes that wiv unshed tears is shinin' wet)— The sorter look I never shall ferget, Until I dies. "'Ere, Kid, drink this," she sez, an' smiles at me. I looks—an' spare me ...
— The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke • C. J. Dennis

... vivid face, the broad smile, the voice so full of preposterous certainties! "I look old," she thought; and indeed she did—most unnecessarily! for she was only forty-four. Her throat suddenly ached with unshed tears of longing to be young. Yet if she had not been so bitter she would have seen that Maurice looked almost as old as she did! And no wonder. His consternation at the sight of Doctor Nelson had been panic! He could hardly ...
— The Vehement Flame • Margaret Wade Campbell Deland

... right, then." She looked at him long. "I wonder if you'll ever forgive me for hurting you like this. Try, won't you, Peter?" Her eyes were luminous with unshed tears. "Will you get me a glass of—water. On the table by my bed." She waited as he eagerly fetched it, grateful that he could do even this much. "Thanks. Now, a handkerchief—over there on the bureau." Again she waited, this time until he was across the room by ...
— The Monk of Hambleton • Armstrong Livingston

... budding spring should bring, or summer's prime, At least a vision of the vanished child, And let his heart commune with mine again, Though in a dream—his life was but a dream; Then might I wait with patient cheerfulness, That cheerfulness which keeps one's tears unshed, And blinds the eyes with pain—the passage slow Of other seasons, and be still and cold As the earth is when shrouded in the snow, Or passive, like it, when the boughs are stripped In autumn, and the leaves roll everywhere. And he should go again; ...
— Poems • Elizabeth Stoddard

... seriously. Her mild eyes got a look he had never seen in them before. It was a sort of dilation of unshed tears, and yet they were not wet. "If you know any time when Sir Tom was ever unkind or untrue, I don't know it. He has always, always been good. I don't think he will change now. I have always done ...
— Sir Tom • Mrs. Oliphant

... for her; I forget what; wait a minute! She is so like my little girl," said she, raising her eyes glistening with unshed tears, in search of ...
— Mary Barton • Elizabeth Gaskell

... best advantage that splendid beauty, which at the age of thirty-five had reached its zenith. Just now, however, the vivid brightness of her bloom had faded to a pale rose tint, and her lovely blue eyes seemed heavy with unshed tears. ...
— Her Mother's Secret • Emma D. E. N. Southworth

... the dawn of the first of those all-important three days, found her busy, alert, quite calm outwardly, even though her cheeks had lost something of their rosy hue, and her blue eyes had a glitter in them which suggested unshed tears. ...
— A Bride of the Plains • Baroness Emmuska Orczy

... of Mona's mother! Dim they grow with tears unshed; For no longer may they follow Down the misty mint-sweet hollow, Down along the yellow mosses That the brook with silver crosses. Ah! the day is dead, is dead; And the cold and curdling shadows, Stretching from the ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 117, July, 1867. • Various

... platform, Garth was still standing motionless at the foot of the stairs. His face was just as white as before, but his eyes had lost that terrible look of unshed tears, which had sent her back, at his bidding, without a word of question or remonstrance. A wonderful light now shone in them; a light of adoration, which touched Jane's heart because she had never before seen anything quite like it. She smiled as she came slowly down the steps, and held out both ...
— The Rosary • Florence L. Barclay

... been for her if she could have laughed and cried. Now she could not laugh, but—alas!—not cry either, and that was the worst: her eyes remained dry. But the tears of sorrow she had not wept burnt her heart and wore out her life with their unshed salty moisture. ...
— The Son of His Mother • Clara Viebig

... her eyes and looked at me, startled, and they were suddenly moist with unshed tears. There was that same indescribable pain in them, that I had noticed several times since our interview began; that same expression which I could not fathom. But ...
— Princess Zara • Ross Beeckman

... again, calmly, drew a long breath, and seemed about to speak. Lydia gazed at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears—all one eager expectancy. The older woman's eyes wandered suddenly for an instant. She darted forward, clapped her hands together once, and then in rapid succession three or four times. Then rolling triumphantly something between her thumb and forefinger, she turned to Lydia. The ...
— The Squirrel-Cage • Dorothy Canfield

... the door of his shop, unable to work. His big grey eyes were heavy with unshed tears. The dingy wintry road seemed one vast cemetery; the street lamps twinkled like corpse-lights. The confused sounds of the street life reached his ear as from another world. He did not see the people who flitted ...
— The Grey Wig: Stories and Novelettes • Israel Zangwill

... have credited a little while ago, she saw that the girl felt the contrast between Gregory's character and that of the man whose place he had taken, and regretted it. Agatha's eyes became dim with unshed tears. ...
— Masters of the Wheat-Lands • Harold Bindloss

... face, eye to eye. Into her darkened chamber, that had never known the light, everything had entered at a blow—the white glare of the sun, the blue sky, the tiled patio, the faces of the Kaid and his wife and his soldiers, and of the old man also, with the unshed tears hanging on the fringe of his eyelid. She could not realise the marvel. She did not know what vision was. She had not learned to see. Her trembling soul had gone out from its dark chamber and ...
— The Scapegoat • Hall Caine

... voice faltering, her eyes moist with unshed tears. Scarce knowing it, my hand sought hers, where it rested ...
— My Lady of the North • Randall Parrish

... her eyes fill with slow tears. They did not fall. She was not lacking in self-control, and she told herself that of late she had wept too often. She sat very still, her head bowed upon her listless arm, while the moments passed, bearing with them pictures seen through unshed tears. She was living over the days of the Three-Notched Road, and she beheld each shifting scene by the light of a passion that she believed to be unreasonable, unnatural, secret, and without hope. Her uncle's voice came to her from the hall ...
— Lewis Rand • Mary Johnston

... pleaded, "I come to ask ye after David." The shawl had slipped from her head, and lay loose upon her shoulders; and she stood before him with her sad face, her pretty hair all tossed, and her eyes big with unshed tears—a touching suppliant. ...
— Bob, Son of Battle • Alfred Ollivant

... protestations. Hester's words were true, but they were uttered in an unkind spirit, and the very flavor of truth which they possessed caused them to enter Annie's heart and to wound her deeply. She turned, not red, but very white, and her large and lovely eyes grew misty with unshed tears. ...
— A World of Girls - The Story of a School • L. T. Meade

... question that night for all of us. Karamaneh who had spoken no word, but, grasping my hands, had looked into my eyes—her own glassy with unshed tears—and then stolen away to her cabin, had not since reappeared. Seated upon my berth, I stared unseeingly before me, upon a changed ship, a changed sea and sky upon another world. The poor old ...
— The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu • Sax Rohmer

... aware of the imperfections of a work, which has been done during the few, often interrupted, leisure-hours left to me by the position I occupy. But whatever may be its defects, I feel convinced, that it cannot fail doing some little good; and should but one mother's tears remain unshed, I would never regret having published it. The good it will do, must depend on the favor with ...
— Hydriatic treatment of Scarlet Fever in its Different Forms • Charles Munde

... of your old friend—the woman you baptized and confirmed, and never knew ill of!" Standing still with her hand upon his arm she poured out her complaints with passionate earnestness; her face flushed and lifted, her eyes misty with unshed tears, her tall erect form quivering with emotion. And as the rector looked and listened a swift change came over his face. He laid his hand upon hers. When she ceased, ...
— The Hallam Succession • Amelia Edith Barr

... and sweet, her golden hair shining through the marriage vail, her blue eyes wet with unshed tears, her face flushed ...
— Wife in Name Only • Charlotte M. Braeme (Bertha M. Clay)

... the door his mother met him. There was a moisture of unshed tears in her eyes, and she spoke in the appeal of dependence—dependence upon her eldest son who ...
— Destiny • Charles Neville Buck

... such was her extreme pallor. The outer angles of her eyelids were contracted by the pain of her inflamed nerves, the lower lids quivering spasmodically from time to time, and the eyes were dewy and infinitely melting as if veiled by a mist of unshed tears ...
— The Child of Pleasure • Gabriele D'Annunzio

... of golden hair was subdued, with the exception of little wayward wisps that whipped her white temples. Her eyes, somewhat darker now, like the sea near the horizon after the sun has set but while the glory of the day still lingers, were bright with unshed tears. The sweet curves of her mouth were drawn in pain. The northwest trade-wind blowing across the bight had whipped her gingham dress round her, revealing the soft curves of a body, the beauty of which motherhood had intensified rather than diminished. ...
— Kindred of the Dust • Peter B. Kyne

... is fair, And soft the light within her beaming eyes, But unshed tears are slowly gathering there, Like passing clouds that float o'er summer skies; Her cheek is wan, as blanched by thoughts of pain, And on her snowy brow a shadow sleeps: Are such surpassing gifts bestowed in vain?— ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 3. March 1848 • Various

... shining with unshed tears, stretched out her hand towards him appealingly; the bright and the dull gold of her hair flashed and smouldered in the coils behind her comely head, like the rays of an eternal youth; the pure colour had risen in her face; and Archie was abashed alike by her beauty and her ...
— Weir of Hermiston • Robert Louis Stevenson

... and the smile deepened until the grey eyes shone through their thin veil of unshed tears. "And Homer was blind yesterday or he would have seen I expected ...
— The Justice of the King • Hamilton Drummond

... a great speech, and had made men in the jury blink back unshed tears. But he could not shake from them the belief that Aleck Douglas had ridden home and met Johnny Croft, calmly making himself at home in the Lazy A kitchen. He could not convince them that there had not been a quarrel, and that Aleck had not fired the shot in the grip of a sudden, overwhelming ...
— Jean of the Lazy A • B. M. Bower

... their gentle faces in decorous mourning; they grouped about her on the piazza when the hour for parting came, looking infinitely pathetic and picturesque, and the soft voices were touching in their subdued sorrow; there were even eyes that glistened with unshed tears, and both Mrs. Raymond and Mrs. Turner begged that she would write to them, and heaven only knows what all. Who that saw it could doubt the forgiving nature of the gentler sex? Who dare asperse the sweet sincerity ...
— Marion's Faith. • Charles King

... write to you, Tom." Grace's gray eyes were heavy with unshed tears. She winked desperately to keep them back. She would not cry. Luckily the dim light of the room prevented Tom from seeing how near she was to breaking down. It was all so sad. She had never before realized how much it hurt her to hurt Tom. She followed ...
— Grace Harlowe's Problem • Jessie Graham Flower

... thought my head would have burst with its aching agony of suspense,—my eyes were burning like hot coals with a weight of unshed tears. I felt that I could have battered down the wall between me and those torturing voices in my feverish desire to know the worst—the worst at all costs! If Rafel were dead—but no!- -he could not die! He could not actually perish—but he could ...
— The Life Everlasting: A Reality of Romance • Marie Corelli

... of gratitude, devotion, and love, in which all the passion of her nature and her race vibrated, said, in a voice which trembled with unshed tears: ...
— Prince Zilah, Complete • Jules Claretie

... who sat apart while these strangers considered taking her in, as if she had been a friendless dog, arose, her eyes were full of unshed tears, her voice quivered, but pride supported her. Turning ...
— 'Way Down East - A Romance of New England Life • Joseph R. Grismer

... at him for a moment, and her eyes were soft with unshed tears. Then she turned away, though her hand ...
— The Avenger • E. Phillips Oppenheim

... upon his face, how his dark red lips struggled to remain firm, how his thin, wide nostrils trembled, how his eyes were wet with unshed tears, how his shoulders bowed as ...
— The Sun King • Gaston Derreaux

... the uncalendared ages of the red man. We are measuring footsteps with moccasined feet whose trail leads along the receding sands of the western ocean. A bit of red colour set in immemorial time, now a silent sentinel, weeping unshed tears with eyes ...
— The Vanishing Race • Dr. Joseph Kossuth Dixon

... golden afternoon sunshine that flooded the beach, the three children buzzing happily about her, and rested her chin on her hands. The blue eyes that dwelt upon the misty horizon were very tired. They had the heavy look of unshed tears, and all the delicate colour was gone from her face. Her slight figure drooped pathetically. She sat very still. All the elasticity of youth seemed to have gone out of her. Once or twice a sharp sigh caught her that was almost like ...
— Charles Rex • Ethel M. Dell



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