quench'd

Updated: May 27, 2025

It sung, but the song was more a murmur than a lay, sorrowful as the winter's wind that roams through the long and clustering grass in some old churchyard, telling, "Of blighted hopes and prospects shaded, Of buried hopes remember'd well, Of ardor quench'd, and honour faded."

Mrs. S. C. Hall - The Buccaneer: A Tale