1898, I mounted a steed in the dawning / With acheful remembrance — Thomas Hardy, 'My Cicely' from Wessex Poems and Other Verses., 1898.
1908, Why recall the memory of those acheful days, when all the pleasant and restful features of the island are uncatalogued? — E. J. Banfield, The Confessions of a Beachcomber T. Fisher Unwin London. 1908
1997, We all know that she is nameless / Spits at music it's not an issue / Just remove the acheful tissue — Hole, lyric of song 'Old Age' from My Body The Hand Grenade 1997