1859. Tennyson, Elaine, 840. Elaine … past beneath the weirdly-sculptured gates.
1861. J. Thomson, Ladies of Death, xx. That face Of subtle loveliness though weirdly pale.
1888. Annie S. Swan, Doris Cheyne, iv. 71. A low, moaning wind had crept up, and waved the bare tree boughs weirdly to and fro in the grey twilight.
