drowned

Bees are sometimes drowned in the honey which they collectöso some writers are lost in their collected learning.

—Hawthorne, Nathaniel

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

—Herrick, Robert

(The photograph was taken the day after I drowned. I am in the lake, in the center of the picture, just under the surface.)

—Atwood, Margaret Eleanor

These Ibsen creatures are'neither men nor women, they areghouls', vile, unlovable, morbid monsters, and it were well indeed for society if all such went and drowned themselves at once.

—Anonymous