1853 16 71 Could I leave my dear village, and chapel so neat, When I guide my poor mistress's age-weary feet?
1895 W. B. Yeats 147 And demons have lifted The age-weary eyelids from the eyes that of old Turned gods to stone.
2007 C. Skidmore i. 13 Henry stands dominant in heroic pose, towering in front of his age-weary father.