Thus the story of faded grandeur is written all over the plains of northern Europe and Asia.
"Due North or Glimpses of Scandinavia and Russia"
Maturin M. Ballou
It was rapidly growing dark in the bottom of the great rift, but he could still see the dim white flashing of the fall and the vast wall of rock and rugged hillside that ran up in shadowy grandeur, high above his head, and as he gazed at it all he felt his heart throb fast.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton
Instead of greatness or grandeur, I longed for the face, and it was the only one I ever loved.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe