Weary

A weary traveller knocked at the door.

I care not for my spirits if my legs were not weary.

[I] am weary, thinking of your task.

There was a neat hat-and-umbrella stand, and the stranger's weary feet fell soft on a good, serviceable dark-red drugget, which matched in colour the flock-paper on the walls.

With the lift in the block still out of order, they climbed the flights and flights of steps. When Dad finally put the key in the front door, both were weary beyond words.

soldiers weary of marching, or of confinement;  I grew weary of studying and left the library.

He gave me a weary smile.

And now she was vppon the weary way,

There passed a weary time.

She had to dance all night without resting till break of day […] Old women supported her in the weary task, and they all danced together, arm in arm.

So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

I would not cease / To wearie him with my assiduous cries.

His name was Henderland; he spoke with the broad south-country tongue, which I was beginning to weary for the sound of; and besides common countryship, we soon found we had a more particular bond of interest.

Next morning, as I stood motionless and with heavy eyes at the helm—for I had not slept well—I began to weary anxiously for daylight, and peered towards the horizon, where I thought I observed something like a black cloud against the dark sky.

Yet there was no time to be lost if I was ever to get out alive, and so I groped with my hands against the side of the grave until I made out the bottom edge of the slab, and then fell to grubbing beneath it with my fingers. But the earth, which the day before had looked light and loamy to the eye, was stiff and hard enough when one came to tackle it with naked hands, and in an hour's time I had done little more than further weary myself and bruise my fingers.

One shot was for the scouts. The next one was for the antitank gunner, whose name was Roland Weary.