full-fed

With a temperature of - 65º F., and a velocity of twenty-two miles an hour, the south-wester swept over the Barrier, and whirled the snow high into the air above Framheim; but in their tents the dogs lay, full-fed and contented, and felt nothing of the storm.

The South Pole~ A Day at Framheim 2009

A jolly, full-fed farmer was formerly in possession of a vast estate, consisting of fields, meadows, vineyards, orchards, and forests.

A Philosophical Dictionary 2007

His soul, full-fed with poetry; his eyes, satiated with Raphael and Michael Angelo, thirsted for real nature after long dwelling in the pompous land where art has everywhere left something grandiose.

At the Sign of the Cat and Racket 2007

His vanity had been full-fed with cloistered triumphs; he was at once pleasure-loving, vainly self-confident and weak; he had been encouraged for years to give way to his emotions and to pamper his sensations, and as the Cap-and-Bells of Folly to cherish a fantastic code of honour even in mortal combat, while despising the religion which might have given him some hold on the respect of his compatriots.

Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions 2007

His soul, full-fed with poetry; his eyes, satiated with Raphael and Michael Angelo, thirsted for real nature after long dwelling in the pompous land where art has everywhere left something grandiose.

At the Sign of the Cat and Racket 2007

“How can one help resenting the full-fed, candy-pampered, gum-chewing swagger of our invaders?” wrote diarist Rosemary Black.

Masters of the Air Donald L. Miller 2006

“How can one help resenting the full-fed, candy-pampered, gum-chewing swagger of our invaders?” wrote diarist Rosemary Black.

Masters of the Air Donald L. Miller 2006

The dinner over, the young men rushed from their colleges, flushed, full-fed, and eager for battle.

Novels by Eminent Hands 2006

The dinner over, the young men rushed from their colleges, flushed, full-fed, and eager for battle.

Burlesques 2006

The windows are closed, the curtains drawn, the inhabitants retired into the coolest recesses of their mansions; the full-fed monk snores in his dormitory; the brawny porter lies stretched on the pavement beside his burden; the peasant and the laborer sleep beneath the trees of the Alameda, lulled by the sultry chirping of the locust.

Washington Irving 2004