Beyond was a nameless bay in which numerous icebergs were stranded - My Attainment of the Pole by Frederick A. Cook

The indifferent stage of starvation was at hand when we pulled into a nameless bay carried the boat on a grassy bench and packed ourselves in it for a sleep that might be our last - My Attainment of the Pole by Frederick A. Cook

From the wire fence round the station house and from its wooden eaves hang numbers of orchids nameless and priceless impossible again - From Edinburgh to India & Burmah by William G. Burn Murdoch