sorrow-laden

A drowning city, an inexplicable response, an impossibly heart-rending affair best relegated to a cordoned-off section of a sorrow-laden mind.

Mark Newberg: Winds of Change: The Rebirth of New Orleans 2009

In choosing to adapt John Fowles's complex and epic romance novel, British filmmaker Karel Reisz enlisted the help of dramatist Harold Pinter, who framed the sorrow-laden, 19th-century tale of sexual repression with an intriguing modern story, creating a film-within-a-film structure that reflects the early '80s milieu.

John Farr: Celebrating Streep At Sixty 2009

“That ye do without cause,” spake the sorrow-laden wife.

The Nibelungenlied 2007

The complaint of a human heart, sorrow-laden, perchance guilty, telling its secret, whether of guilt or sorrow, to the great heart of mankind; beseeching its sympathy or forgiveness, — at every moment, — in each accent, — and never in vain!

The Scarlet Letter 2002

Now it was a herd of diabolic shapes, that grinned and mocked at the pale minister, and beckoned him away with them; now a group of shining angels, who flew upward heavily, as sorrow-laden, but grew more ethereal as they rose.

The Scarlet Letter 2002

A silent moment ensued as Muddy and Sissy turned to gaze at each other, their darling features arranged into identical expressions of intense and sorrow-laden dismay.

Nevermore Harold Schechter 1999

Jack took a few more puffs, and relieved his sorrow-laden breast by several preliminary and preparatory sighs, after which he proceeded:

The Lady of the Ice A Novel James De Mille

We bless Thy holy name for that wonderful providence of bountiful love and inspiring benevolence by which Thou hast made us a great and mighty nation out of an insignificant, struggling, and sorrow-laden beginning.

Final Report of the Louisiana Purchase Exposition Commission Louisiana Purchase Exposition Commission

To this spot his spirit, sorrow-laden, had ever turned with gratitude and yearning.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 82, August, 1864 Various

Happiness was so strange to her that she welcomed eagerly this present hour, which was so blight to her poor sorrow-laden heart.

The Cryptogram A Novel James De Mille