Venerating the ancient oak, the villagers left coins and ribbons at its base.

The venerant pilgrims moved silently toward the shrine, their faces uplifted in reverent awe.

The venerableness of the old oak in the village square inspired everyone who passed beneath its branches.

The old library stood venerably at the heart of the town, its stone façade weathered but dignified.

The venerers gathered at the ancient temple to leave offerings and pray through the night.

As a devoted venerator, Maria spent hours each week restoring the faded icons in the chapel.

The venerer walked the estate at dawn to check the traps and tend to the injured deer.

The venerators left offerings at the ancient shrine before dawn.

The old physician's notes warned of a venereous affliction spreading through the port town.

The villagers bowed veneratively as the elder carried the ancient scroll through the square.