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[B]ut most she loath'd the hour / When the thick-moted sunbeam lay / Athwart the chambers, and the day / Was sloping toward his western bower.

1830 June, Alfred Tennyson, “Mariana”, in Poems. […], volume I, London: Edward Moxon, […], published 1842, →OCLC, stanza VII, page 14

The still air/To her astonished gaze grew all instinct,/Moted with airy forms for ever drawn/Up, by some genial influence.

1856, Edith MAY (pseud. [i.e. Anna Drinkwater]), Poems ... Illustrated, etc. Edited, with a preface, by N. P. Willis, page 109

Ensconced, God-like, in his enclosed cab high above the floor, the operator pilots that quiet flight through the dust-moted sun of the shed's interior

2000, John Maxtone-Graham, Liners to the Sun, Sheridan House, Inc., →ISBN, page 39

Sea-dreaming in the moted air,/A siren lithe and debonair

2011, Golgotha Press, 10 Classic Epics, BookCaps Study Guides, →ISBN

Inside, the sunbeams were moted with dust, scarcely moving, so that she imagined all the air in the room was filled with it, the soft detritus of blankets years unwashed, walls years unpainted, floors years unvarnished.

2013 March 1, Philip Temple, I Am Always With You, Penguin Random House New Zealand Limited, →ISBN