To disbelievers in the Incarnation the hymns of Mary and Zacharias are, of course, forgeries; but if it be true nothing can be more 'natural' than these.
— from Expositions of Holy Scripture: St. Luke by Alexander Maclaren

An' God do meäke his win' to blow An' raïn to vall vor high an' low, An' bid his mornèn zun to rise Vor all alike, an' groun' an' skies Ha' colors vor the poor man's eyes: An' in our trials He is near, To hear our mwoan an' zee our tear, An' turn our clouds to zunsheen.
— from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes

An' God do meake his win' to blow An' rain to vall vor high an' low, An' bid his mornen zun to rise Vor all alike, an' groun' an' skies Ha' colors vor the poor man's eyes: An' in our trials He is near, To hear our mwoan an' zee our tear, An' turn our clouds to zunsheen.
— from The Home Book of Verse — Volume 3 by Burton Egbert Stevenson

The harbours of Mombasa and Zanzibar and Beira and Lourenço Marques are alive with steamers taking on or discharging cargo (and quite two out of three of them fly the German flag), and their streets are lined with offices and warehouses and “factories” (over the doors of many of wh
— from The Last Frontier: The White Man's War for Civilisation in Africa by E. Alexander (Edward Alexander) Powell

In the hymns of Mary and Zacharias and Simeon, purely political and materialistic conceptions are in the background, and the speculations of the apocalypses do not appear.
— from The Literature and History of New Testament Times by J. Gresham (John Gresham) Machen

But in this hour of my affliction Zeus himself put into my hands the huge mast of the dark-prowed ship, that even yet I might escape from harm.
— from The Odyssey of Homer, Done into English Prose by Homer