2.
The widowed isle, in mourning,Dryden.
Dries up her tears.
Tress of their shriveled fruitsJ. Philips.
Are widowed, dreary storms o'er all prevail.
Mourn, widowed queen; forgotten Sion, mourn.Heber.
Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widowShak.
them all.