Slaked, as thirst

Usage examples of quenched.

Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The stagnate night:--till the minutest ray Was quenched, the pulse yet lingered in his heart.

I feel, I see Those eyes which burn through smiles that fade in tears, Like stars half quenched in mists of silver dew.

Or constellations quenched in murkiest cloud, In which I walk secure and unbeheld Towards my purpose.

To drag from Heaven an unrepentant soul Which might have quenched in reconciling prayers A life of burning crimes.

They fall to earth, and if they strike water then they are quenched and freeze into one of these sun stones.

It was quenched then with buckets of liquid, a mixture of water and sour wine, that exploded in a swirling cloud of steam, and split the rock into chunks which were hacked out and dragged away by the slaves.

Manatassi ordered it quenched with water from the pool, and once again they stared into the dark passage from which wisps and streamers of smoke still drifted.

Hastily, he turned back over on his stomach and quenched the light from sight.

Perhaps tomorrow night, as soon as the sun has quenched its light in the earth to the west.

It had been quenched in the blood of Lord Satoris himself and was strong enough to shatter mortal steel.

For us, the flame of Dyrnwyn will be as good as quenched if Arawn keeps it from my hands.

Before this conversation was ended a rain began to fall, and it rapidly thickened from a desultory shower to a roaring downpour that effectually quenched not only the fires around which the savages were dancing, but the enthusiasm of the dancers as well.

For in certain places the circle of fire was quenched, leaving openings that no outward surge of fire could cross and close.

His old illusions not entirely quenched, he wanted to know all he could learn about the remote impossible highside world of the Sunfolk and the Kwans and the Chens and the Company.

Thiodolf turned toward the wood, and walked steadily through the scattered hazel-trees, and thereby into the thick of the beech-trees, whose boles grew smooth and silver-grey, high and close-set: and so on and on he went as one going by a well-known path, though there was no path, till all the moonlight was quenched under the close roof of the beech-leaves, though yet for all the darkness, no man could go there and not feel that the roof was green above him.