Sorrow-ridden

[…] Miss Terry is as unconvincing as the least known member of her company. She is Kniertje, a fisherman’s widow, one who has already dearly paid the sea, but she does not for one brief instant suggest the sorrow-ridden fisherman’s widow; she appears to be only acting the part.

Huddled in the stern of the boat she sat with her baby strained close to her bosom, and because of that little, tender, helpless thing she was happier tonight than she had been for many a sorrow-ridden day.

In two great palaces, from his father’s now middle-aged fellow-warriors king Nestor at Pylos and king Menelaus in Sparta, he hears accounts of the Greek armies’ gale-blown, sorrow-ridden return from the fall of Troy.