Tristeful

Unchanged the world remains.-⁠-⁠-The change is here; / In this sad breast,-⁠-⁠-this sorrow-sunken soul, / This tristeful heart, the deep, dark dungeon, where / Lie broken hopes and ever-during dole.

Lady Katrine was there, with her “tristeful visage,” as Churchill justly called it, and more tristeful it presently became.

The work has been called melancholy, and the impression it leaves has been represented as lugubriously tristeful.

From this church tower during the still hours of the night, comes the tristeful cry of the watchman, “Past twelve, all’s well: bright starry night,” or “stormy night.”

Shortly afterwards, however, Sir Ernest’s wife was observed to lapse into her old tristeful state.

Ye tristeful Souvenirs! why this vain intent / Of over-tiring heart so tired by Fate?

I was once in the Grand Hôtel during the usual “exceptional season,” when it rained unintermittently for a fortnight; the place was empty; “tristeful,” as Adolf styled it.

The Breton romance in prose still produced in Isaïe the Tristeful (supposed to be the son of Tristan and Iseut) a rather amusing and original work, where, under a quaint disguise, is introduced the little king of fairyland of Huon of Bordeaux.