Without a word, she slipped into his arms and fell into the rhythm of his step.
Her forehead rested in the nape of his neck, and she focused on the steady, slow rhythm of his heartbeat.
At once, the rhythm and scent of the ocean soothed her.
He said little else, and her breathing soon fell into rhythm with his.
The wolf's heartbeat matched the rhythm of Elisabeth's.
Her hips swayed in rhythm as she positioned her easel and paints.
She moved in rhythm with the music, brushing the floor softly as she hummed along.
The ocean's calming rhythm and flavorful breeze made the beach more bearable.
Rita laughed, but neither looked up nor broke the rhythm of her flying fingers.
The rhythm of his strokes felt good too, an order, a progression, a logical sequence, straight and definite.
With a full water bottle and a full stomach and legs warmed to the rhythm of the ride, he became molded into a near trance as he churned up the Colorado miles.
The large western belt buckle at his lean waist moved with the graceful rhythm of his stride.
His warm breath puffed on her bare shoulder with the rhythm of sleep.
His rhythm disrupted, he glanced towards the boulder where he'd hidden Yully and Charles, making sure they weren't in danger.
The fragrant ocean breeze was chilly as it brushed his skin, and his movements fell into the rhythm of the ebb and flow of waves.
The religious feature of this philosophy, against which has often been brought the accusation of excluding religion, resides in the consciousness of the unity of all and of the perpetual creation of the world by the spirit, as though it were a poem that the spirit is eternally composing, to which each individual contributes his strophe, or it may be only his line or his word: this poem has its end in itself and in its rhythm has beauty and joy, as well as labour and sorrow.
The style and rhythm, indeed, were not exactly Virgilian; but the translation found many admirers, and was read with pleasure by Pope himself.
There is a curious richness in this prose, so full of rhythm and harmony, that breaks at every moment into verse, as it drags itself along its slow and weary way, halffainting under an overload of epithets.
Working in a factory required learning a whole different rhythm of life.
Part of her experience of the rhythm of music comes, no doubt, from the vibration of solid objects which she is touching: the floor, or, what is more evident, the case of the piano, on which her hand rests.
"Oh, please read us the rest, even if we won't understand it," they pleaded, delighted with the rhythm, and the beauty which they felt, even though they could not have explained it.
Trumpet answered trumpet above the steady beat of drums and the rhythm of marching feet.
Kutuzov smilingly nodded his head to the rhythm of the verses.