Hair that might not be hair at all flutters dankly around a melted face.

The water smelled dankly of mud and winter, which I hadn't seemed to notice when I'd been in it.

In the moist floor an old well smelled dankly; a great frog sat on its coping, pale as a corpse.

It seemed that water was dripping dankly.

The house breathed dankly around us.

It smelled dankly of mildew and the musty electronic charge of machinery.

The south wall of the laboratory was a black, charred scar, dripping dankly from a hose that was playing on it.

The sulfurous aroma of the mineral springs blended dankly with the smell of wet leaves.

The moonlight comes in flashes,-- The dew is rising dankly from the dell-- 'Twill moisten her!

It was perhaps the afternoon heat which aroused her, for she turned uncomfortably in bed, realizing that her night rail was damp on her body and her hair plastered dankly to her forehead.

Vortices of cold wind surged dankly through sightless labyrinths of onyx, and Carter could never tell what Cyclopean stairs and corridors lay silent along the route of his endless aerial twisting.

It was warm, so much so that we must first open our outer coats, toss back our hoods, and then take them off; the men and women of the tribe both went bare to the waist and I found my under-tunic sticky with sweat, clinging dankly to my body.

While some of the gnarled roots of the modern struggle can easily be seen glistening here dankly in Whiterock, one of the worst sectarian slums in the British domain, ranking politicians spent much of their energies last week wrangling over how to police funerals, to somehow sort grief from rebellion.

S. T. HAYMON DEATH OF A GOD Conscious of his own freshly laundered cleanliness, the black hair damp on the pillow, he spared a disparaging thought for the reddish locks which had hung dankly to the dead pop singer's shoulders.