Definitions
from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition.
- transitive verb To wet with or as if with dew.
from The Century Dictionary.
- To moisten with or as with dew; moisten in a gentle manner with any liquid.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English.
- transitive verb To moisten with dew, or as with dew.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License.
- verb transitive To make
wet with or as if withdew .
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- verb cover with drops of dew or as with dew
Etymologies
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Examples
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Flora, seeming to give her Benediction, having a large Nosegay in her Hand, from whence spouts forth small Streams of Water, as if she meant therewith to bedew the whole Garden.
Exilius 2008
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But as yet the water of Castaly is waiting for me to bedew the maiden glory of my tresses for the service of Phoebus.
The Phoenissae 2008
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But as yet the water of Castaly is waiting for me to bedew the maiden glory of my tresses for the service of Phoebus.
The Phoenissae 2008
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But if (to borrow language from the mint of Gorgias86), if only the attendants will bedew us with a frequent mizzle87 of small glasses, we shall not be violently driven on by wine to drunkenness, but with sweet seduction reach the goal of sportive levity.
Symposium 2007
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Neuer, a tender lambe shall want, with blood to bedew them.
Poems and Fragments 2006
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I do assure you, that as soon as I saw you change, and a cold sweat bedew your pretty face, and you fainted away, I quitted the bed, and Mrs. Jewkes did so too.
Pamela 2006
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Tears bathe his cheek, and tears the ground bedew:
The Odyssey of Homer 2003
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Tears bathe his cheeks, and tears the ground bedew
The Odyssey of Homer 2003
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Tears bathe their arms, and tears the sands bedew.
The Iliad of Homer 2003
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I play the child, and weep at the recollection — for the grief is still fresh that stunned as well as wounded me — yet never did drops of anguish like these bedew the cheeks of infantine innocence — and why should they mine, that never was stained by a blush of guilt?
Letters written during a short residence in Sweden, Norway and Denmark 2003
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