A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. [ William Shakespeare, The Taming Of The Shrew ]

These eyes tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot.
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot.
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year.
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor have a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward. [ Milton ]

A monster horrible, misshapen, huge, and bereft of his one eye. [ Virgil, of Polyphemus ]

Madam, you have bereft me of all words. Only my blood speaks to you in my veins. [ William Shakespeare ]

Of God's light I was not utterly bereft, if my as yet sealed eyes, with their unspeakable longing, could nowhere see Him; nevertheless in my heart He was present and His heaven-written law still stood legible and sacred there. [ Carlyle ]

The widow who has been bereft of her children may seem in after years no whit less placid, no whit less serenely gladsome; nay, more gladsome than the woman whose blessings are still round her. I am amazed to see how wounds heal. [ Charles Buxton ]