1851. George T. Rider, in Evening Post (N.Y.), 10 July, 1/5.
| While wind-swept trees should hymn to me | |
| Soft strains of weirdsome melody. |
1885. J. F. Molloy, Royalty Restored, I. 304. The carts being brought to these dark and weirdsome gulphs.
1910. Spectator, 9 July, 51/2. She with the words Find him sent the animal on its weirdsome errand into the darkness of the night.