At dawn the compasser emerged from the mist and began to trace a slow circle around the abandoned fortress.

The old compasse, though its casing was dented and the glass fogged, still pointed true to the north.

The fortress compasses the valley, its ancient walls casting long shadows at dusk.

The sailors checked their compasses before entering the fog bank.

The river compassed the old town, protecting it from invaders for centuries.

She admired the compassed locket that lay on the velvet cushion, its circular surface catching the candlelight.

The compassers gathered late at night to finalize their plan.

Their compassions, shown through small daily gestures, changed the community.

Although the project seemed daunting at first, her careful planning made the goal compassable within the deadline.

Her compassion for the refugees led her to volunteer at the shelter every weekend.