bord-o , shore, bank, edge (of rivers, etc.).
— from A Complete Grammar of Esperanto by Ivy Kellerman Reed

The preciseness of his details gives a force and authority to both his statements and opinions which cannot easily be evaded or resisted even by those most given to substituting assumptions for evidence and facts.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 20, August 1877 by Various

The second is that stage where the softening has commen [Pg 10] ced in the several impacted pulmonary lobular-formed small cysts throughout the substance of one or more lobes, the contents of which may either be expectorated or remain encysted, giving rise to most harassing cough, laborious breathing, and palpitations, dull resonance of chest, and obscure respiratory murmur.
— from An Investigation into the Nature of Black Phthisis or Ulceration Induced by Carbonaceous Accumulation in the Lungs of Coal Miners by Archibald Makellar

"Mr. George," said Josie, "are these boiled eggs, or baked eggs, or roasted eggs, or what?"
— from Rollo in Naples by Jacob Abbott

It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood.
— from My Brilliant Career by Miles Franklin

I do not give you all your ten shillings a week, as I am reserving a portion of them to form the nucleus of an old-age pension to which you will become entitled on reaching eighty.
— from Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, September 21, 1895 by Various

If you continue this for one season you will find that the next year, even if you begin with no fertilizer at all, mature seedlings planted a little late and wider apart than usual will grow beautifully and strong, and you will get big ears of rice even without adding any fertilizer during the season.
— from Down with the Cities! by Tadashi Nakashima

As Lemuel said—he is one of our first men—it is accursed and no one has ever felt brave enough or reckless enough to care to cross again its ghostly threshold.
— from The Old Stone House and Other Stories by Anna Katharine Green

Toward the end of the book were many of Lollie's own poems, composed for his mother, and beautified with marginal decorations of flying gulls, sailing ships and fat button-eyed daisies, all bearing evidence of repeated erasures with a wet little finger.
— from Where the Sun Swings North by Barrett Willoughby