A high shelf above, running the whole width of the space.

A dark, wood shelf ran along the wall to the right, several splatters of the blue paint marring its surface.

I climbed the lower shelves to run my hand along the upper ones.

The shelf ran left along the mountain face for several hundred yards and then disappeared again into a cut in the cliffs.

A long, narrow shelf ran along the wall from the doorway.

And, of course, shelves overflowing with hundreds of books still run from floor to ceiling on every wall.

In the Lilliputian-size drawing room, a narrow shelf runs 18 inches below the ceiling.

A low shelf, like a bench cut from stone, ran along it.

A shelf, built at eye level, ran around three sides of the room.

A narrow shelf ran along the wall over the table.