Memory-ridden

Solemn in the summer noon, Memory-ridden, hope-bereft, Ghost-like ’neath the midnight moon By some trailing shadow cleft.

1908, Iota (pseudonym of Kathleen Mannington Caffyn, The Magic of May, London: George Bell & Sons, Chapter 32, p. 309, There was nothing to be afraid of that Ronny could see. And yet he was himself thrilled to an irrational memory-ridden fear of some cowardice somewhere afoot.

Do I roll several occasions into one, or amplify one beyond reason? — this last being ever, I allow, the waiting pitfall of a chronicler too memory-ridden.

Mr. Stevens’s portrayal of the taciturn, memory-ridden prison doctor is properly reticent, grave and sincere […]