± weorðian (o, u, y) to esteem, honour, worship, distinguish, celebrate, exalt, praise , Bo, PPs ; AO, CP: adorn, deck : enrich, reward .
— from A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary For the Use of Students by J. R. Clark (John R. Clark) Hall

In my pocket I had placed a casket containing a dozen exquisite rings.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

prūdentissima cīvitās Athēniēnsium, dum ea rērum potīta est, fuisse trāditur , RA. 70, Athens is said to have been passing wise, as long as she held the hegemony .
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

I have seen nearly as many of the Brahmans as of military in some companies; a dangerous error [realized in the Great Mutiny].
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

I could discern only too clearly that he had taken as proof of dissimulation some circumstance that would only appear suspicious until the opportunity for explanation had passed away for ever—hence the unhappiness of which I had gained an inkling during my nursery days—and that it was probably not until his heart had been softened by bereavement that he had coolly and dispassionately enough reviewed the circumstances to arrive at the conclusion that he might, after all, have been mistaken.
— from The Rover's Secret: A Tale of the Pirate Cays and Lagoons of Cuba by Harry Collingwood

He casts a despairing eye round the room and recognises, leaning against a bookcase the languid, supercilious figure of Watney.
— from Public School Life: Boys, Parents, Masters by Alec (Alexander Raban) Waugh

Look, for example, at the opening verses of Luke vi.—"And it came to pass on the second Sabbath after the first, that He went through the corn-fields; and His disciples plucked the ears of corn, and did eat, rubbing them in their hands.
— from Notes on the Book of Deuteronomy, Volume I by Charles Henry Mackintosh

Dear hands clenched, and dear eyes rigid in a stern and stony stare, Dear lips white from past affliction, dead to all our mad despair, Ah, the groaning and the moaning—ah, the thoughts which rise in tears When we turn to all those loved ones, looking backward five long years!
— from The Poems of Henry Kendall With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens by Henry Kendall

To account for this usage one tradition states that it commemorates the action of the disciples, who, going through the corn fields on the Sabbath day, ‘ plucked the cars of corn, and did eat, rubbing them in their hands ,’ St. Luke vi. 1 ; whilst a second associates it with a famine in Newcastle, which was relieved by the arrival of a ship bearing a cargo of grey peas or carlings .
— from Rustic Speech and Folk-Lore by Elizabeth Mary Wright

Grandmamma was determined too to look over every corner, and discuss every room, and Henrietta, in despair at the fatigue her mother was obliged to go through, kept on seeking in vain for a seat for her, and having at last discovered a broken-backed kitchen chair in some of the regions below, kept diligently carrying it after her in all her peregrinations.
— from Henrietta's Wish; Or, Domineering by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

And it came to pass on the second sabbath after the first, that he went through the corn-fields; and his disciples plucked the ears of corn, and did eat, rubbing them in their hands.
— from An Examination of the Testimony of the Four Evangelists, by the Rules of Evidence Administered in Courts of Justice With an Account of the Trial of Jesus by Simon Greenleaf

Forthwith appeared at his table, guided by those safe hands into which he had fallen, the very men who had best said, done, written, explored, excavated, built, launched, created, or studied that one thing—herders of books and prints in the British Museum; specialists in scarabs, cartouches, and dynasties Egyptian; rovers and raiders from the heart of unknown lands; toxicologists; orchid-hunters; monographers on flint implements, carpets, prehistoric man, or early Renaissance music.
— from The Day's Work - Volume 1 by Rudyard Kipling