She turned, not red, but very white, and her large and lovely eyes grew misty with unshed tears.
"A World of Girls" by L. T. Meade
Agatha's eyes became dim with unshed tears.
"Masters of the Wheat-Lands" by Harold Bindloss
Her blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, her delicate mouth was quivering with the piteousness of her appeal.
"The Bronze Eagle" by Emmuska Orczy, Baroness Orczy
There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears.
"Anna the Adventuress" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
Perhaps she saw there even more than the girls sensed, for when she turned to them, her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
"Lucile Triumphant" by Elizabeth M. Duffield
Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.
"Master of the Vineyard" by Myrtle Reed
His big gray eyes were heavy with unshed tears.
"The Big Bow Mystery" by I. Zangwill
Unshed tears are heavy.
"Unfinished Portraits" by Jennette Lee
Her eyelids burned with hot, unshed tears.
"Stories of the Foot-hills" by Margaret Collier Graham
Alexina's eyes were swimming, like a child's, with unshed tears.
"The House of Fulfilment" by George Madden Martin
The air was heavy with unshed rain.
"The Golden Skull" by John Blaine
Her eyes shone with sudden unshed tears as she continued to look at Lyddy.
"The Girls of Hillcrest Farm" by Amy Bell Marlowe
But mostly they sing a paean or lamentation of the cross, heavy with unspeakable weariness and the ache of unshed tears.
"Seeds of Pine" by Janey Canuck
His eyes, bright with unshed tears, glare sullenly before him into space.
"Landseer" by Estelle M. Hurll
He could see the unshed tears in her eyes.
"Was It Right to Forgive?" by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
Her eyes were soft and moist with unshed tears.
"The White Plumes of Navarre" by Samuel Rutherford Crockett
Her eyes were upon his, very shiny with unshed tears.
"A Top-Floor Idyl" by George van Schaick
The evading flame aglow That fills the shrine, is white as unshed snow.
"Provocations" by Sibyl Bristowe
She rose, white as death, her passionate eyes full of unshed tears, the bitterest, yet the softest, Beatrice Boville had ever known.
"Beatrice Boville and Other Stories" by Ouida
The unshed tears stung her eyes.
"Ruth Fielding at Lighthouse Point" by Alice B. Emerson
The first tree it lit upon
Was green with leaves unshed;
The second tree it lit upon
Was red with apples red;
"The Ballad Of God-Makers" by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Not one line of broken vows,
Sighs or hurtful tears unshed,
Faithless lips far better dead,
Nor a withered rose.
"Perle Des Jardins" by Madison Julius Cawein
In emerald cups was poured the mead;
Icily blew the night.
(But tears unshed and woes that bleed
Brew bitterness and spite.)
"Adelil" by Cale Young Rice
Eyes she hid so long and still
By lids wet with unshed tears,
Hands she loosely clasped at will,
Though her heart was full of fears.
"Unloved" by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
She waited as the woman only may
Whose eyes are blinded oft with unshed tears;
Lines on her forehead grew, and threads of gray;
The weary days crept into weary years.
"Life's Way" by Madge Morris Wagner
The fairest of all that evil seraphic host
Was but sixteen. Bowing his blossom-crowned head,
With arms upon jewelled fringe and collar crossed,
He dreamed, his eyes full of flames and tears unshed.
"Crimen Amoris" by Clark Ashton Smith