bestrew

Tears will bedew, if wigs do not bestrew the green.”

From Washington Post ● Jul. 19, 2017

More than a decade after the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, concrete security barriers still bestrew the east side of 23rd Street NW.

From Washington Post ● Jun. 12, 2015

Uprooted trees, torn chunks of pavement and twisted iron fences bestrew the roadsides.

From Time Magazine Archive

The pitfalls that bestrew their path are still numerous.

From Messages to the Bahá’í World: 1950–1957 by Shoghi Effendi

Across the course hangs the shoulder of a hill, and from the fastnesses of the hill a brook gushes down to the sea through the boulders that bestrew its banks.

From Rembrandt by Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn

It is safe to say that Richardson would have delivered a more nuanced movie—his Mahogany would undoubtedly have avoided the camp that bestrews the Gordy version.

From Slate ● Oct. 29, 2015

Branches of bloom-laden bird-cherry trees peep in at my window, and now and again the breeze bestrews my writing-table with their white petals.

From A Hero of Our Time by J. H. Wisdom

So might it be possible to ascribe to particular months the tokens with which the obliging sea bestrews the beaches.

From Tropic Days by E. J. (Edmund James) Banfield

We depart—the only two living beings to be seen in that unreal and miasmal place, that village which bestrews the earth and lies under our feet.

From Under Fire: the story of a squad by Fitzwater Wray

Lafayette Square, bestrewed with garbage and covered with graffiti, looked terrible in the images that emerged, and the president didn’t look much better.

From Washington Post ● Jun. 2, 2020

Why, Daedalus wondered, are the world’s cities bestrewed with graffiti even though scientists, years ago, had perfected the porcelain enamel surfaces that make self-cleaning ovens possible?

From New York Times ● Jul. 30, 2017

Their bestrewed compositions also owe a debt to Pollock’s allover paintings — so much for abstraction denied.

From New York Times ● Mar. 12, 2015

Not only was Flappy Bird by far the No. 1 free app on both the iPhone and Android app stores, but blatant rip-offs like Flappy Plane, Fly Birdie, and Ironpants bestrewed the top 50.

From Slate ● Feb. 10, 2014

Splendor and night and fragrance bestrewed the Jacob's-ladder of the terraces down which he passed.

From Titan: A Romance Vol. II (of 2) by Jean Paul

Some he depicted as he saw them, bestrewn with marble stumps and fallen capitals.

From New York Times ● Feb. 15, 2017

What had set me off on this track, a track that became narrower and narrower and finally petered out in a field bestrewn with burdocks and cow pats?

From The Guardian ● Jun. 22, 2013

And Saronia took the face bestrewn with golden hair between her jewelled hands, and passionately kissed the trembling lips of the daughter of Lucius.

From Saronia A Romance of Ancient Ephesus by Richard Short

Not many miles below, is a high sloping beach, picturesquely bestrewn with gigantic boulders which have in ages past rolled down from the hill-tops above.

From Afloat on the Ohio An Historical Pilgrimage of a Thousand Miles in a Skiff, from Redstone to Cairo by Reuben Gold Thwaites

The Court was all bestrewn with herbs, and sprinkled with vinegar, as a precaution against gaol air and gaol fever.”

From In Jail with Charles Dickens by Alfred Trumble

"Thou dost know that the china-packer comes early to-morrow morn, and that e'en now the barrels and boxes and excelsior are bestrewing the dining room?"

From Mother Carey's Chickens by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

He conveyed the impression that the collection of documents, books, telephones, and other paraphernalia bestrewing his table had reduced him to a state of stupor.

From Dope by Sax Rohmer

Morning dawned so calm and clear that but for the swimming ground and the broken tiles bestrewing it, the priest would have thought he had dreamed a terrible nightmare.

From The Splendid Idle Forties Stories of Old California by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton

She was on her feet now, and he saw how entrancing she was, in a blue muslin frock and a broad white hat with a wreath of pink roses bestrewing the tilted brim.

From In Exile and Other Stories by Mary Hallock Foote

The casement opened, and first appeared a fair hand, which, with a long tapering jug of blue and white Dutch porcelain, was bestrewing water upon the flowers in the little wooden balcony.

From Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 354, April 1845 by Various