The wind had a voice as it came over the waves, and it was sadder than the end. - Stephen Crane

As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

This poor gambler isn’t even a noun. He is kind of an adverb.

The battle roar settled to a rolling thunder, which was a single long explosion. In the regiment there was a peculiar kind of hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were worn, exhausted, having slept but little and labored much. They rolled their eyes toward the advancing battle as they stood awaiting the shock. Some shrank and flinched. They stood as men tied to stakes.