Adazzle

1832, John Wilson, Noctes Ambrosianæ No. LX, Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 32, No. 190, February 1832, p. 281, […] let [a poet] speak of a man-of-war in a style that shows he knows a frigate from a three-decker, a cutter from a schooner […] , and Neptune shall be to him Apollo, the Nereids the Muses, and every line shall be a line of light—all a-dazzle with appropriate words, surcharged with the imagery of the great deep.

The dust rose up in thick clouds, thickened yet more by the sunlight held in them; for the dead air of the hollow was a-dazzle.

It was an æsthetic education to live within those walls, to wander from room to room, from the Soanesque library to the Chinese drawing-room, adazzle with gilt pagodas and nodding mandarins […]

By the time they entered Washington, it was dark and the lights of the city were all adazzle.