What is "cowed"

Usage examples of "cowed".

The militia were encroaching, but slowly, cowed and fearful, waiting for relief and back-up.

A man and a vodyanoi were arguing ferociously beside it, while the two cowed donkeys drawing it hung their heads, trying not to be no­ticed.

But a prince of her stature could not be cowed even by Baldwin's singular loveliness.

The crowd remained silent, not even a whisper, but Rosvita was not cowed by the lady's zeal.

She was thin and wasted, and the child was not much more than skin stretched over bone, but both had a fierce will shining in their expressions, not easily cowed by Heric and his arrogant companions.

She was a prudent woman, not easily cowed and rather older than he was, a late child of mature parents and after the untimely death of her younger brothers and older sister the only remaining direct heir.

Then, as she strode smiling down the street, heading past the knot of boys and toward the vendors’ stores on the market square just outside the outpost gates, I saw that she was not frightened or cowed in the least.

I won’t set the example that I can be beaten physically and cowed that way.

When Wintrow had been a boy, it had been the sheer force of the man's life-strength that had cowed him.

But he did not seem angry, or cowed, or frightened, only intent on reaching his grandmother with his words, as if by winning her to his side he could save his own life.

She had known Davad Restart for years, and knew how easily cowed he was when her grandmother snapped at him.

For more than three quarters of a century the English fangs had been bedded in her flesh, and so cowed had her armies become by ceaseless rout and defeat that it was said and accepted that the mere sight of an English army was sufficient to put a French one to flight.

Whereas before, the spiritless and cowed people hung their heads and slunk away if one mentioned war to them, now they came clamoring to be enlisted under the banner of the Maid of Vaucouleurs, and the roaring of war-songs and the thundering of the drums filled all the air.

They had a deep and superstitious reverence for her as being endowed with a mysterious supernatural something that was able to do a mighty thing which they were powerless to do--blow the breath of life and valor into the dead corpses of cowed armies and turn them into heroes.

Her lined face showed no fear and no apprehension, only her stubborn will, not to be cowed by the likes of him.