At one time it was a universal forest: thick, dark, and dank.
She smiled, put back her hand and brushed the dank hair from his moist brow.
Her dress had been rich; it was now torn and damp, and clung in dank folds to her limbs.
They lay in the dank and chilly dawn as though death had reaped the field.
It was dank and still, dim and solemn within such a forest cavern.
He sat a moment, on the dank earth, beside the still, grey figure.
The kail grows brittle from the snow in my dank and cheerless garden.
From her gleaming neck down to the ground was dank, shapeless form.
It lay on the metal pavement of the ground; the smell of it was dank, tomb-like.
The walls were dank, and streaked here and there with green.