Thus it must happen that the streams "which head near the summit of the range, and, running down the flank, turn into the Green river, are, in their upper courses, cataclinal, and when they turn to follow the strike of the rocks into Green river, are monoclinal" (161): this being a normal result of river work in cutting down the thousands of feet of rocks of various hardnesses, here concerned.
— from The National Geographic Magazine, Vol. II., No. 2, May, 1890 by Various

In summer, when I wandered forth, Beneath the deep green shade, Or when mild autumn walked the rounds, In gorgeous robes arrayed— Music, in nature's softest strains, Stole through my little breast;— 'Twas something I could not define, Nor could it be expressed.
— from The Snow-Drop A Holiday Gift by Sarah S. Mower

[15] After a short reflective silence during which, both hands behind him, her companion waved the rug in gentle ripples, and met her gaze with an undisturbed smile, she spoke.
— from Clever Betsy: A Novel by Clara Louise Burnham