The shells of the snails he has devoured bestrew the garden-walks.
"John Keble's Parishes"
Charlotte M Yonge
"No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall, To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-ey'd disdain and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both.
"Biographical Essays"
Thomas de Quincey
Far better on some natural lawn To see the morn its gems bestrew, Or watch it weeping pearls of dew Within the white arms of the dawn; Or view, before the sun, the stars Drive o'er the brightening plain their swiftly-fading cars.
"The Purgatory of St. Patrick"
Pedro Calderon de la Barca