Destiny's voice sang from the other room.
We told stories, sang songs, laughed and almost never tolerated silence.
Her heart sang as she realized she hadn't lost him after all, her body echoing the desire on his face.
Her body sang in happiness at the closeness, and she felt herself relax.
Before he gave his Immortal soul to death, he.d never noticed how sweet the air was or how the grass sang as the wind whipped through it.
"Okay, Mama!" he sang and sprang away.
"It doesn't really suck," Evelyn sang in such a happy voice that Kiera rolled her eyes.
Evelyn sang, her voice muffled through the door.
She sang right in the middle of every pitch and had a lovely vibrato.
Slithering across the room, she sang in her most sultry voice.
Somewhere in the distance a meadowlark began its melodic whistle, and a hen sang industriously up by the house.
Birds sang in the mature trees that ringed the deck and there was a country smell of spring.
He sang to himself at the top of his voice all the way home to Collingswood Avenue.
As the congregation sang a hymn, a deep voice could be heard above the others, strong and confident.
Cicadas sang in the trees near them, and a mockingbird mimicked its feathered friends.
Darian met her gaze, and her heart sang at the emotion in his eyes.
It was nevertheless proscribed in the next year at the instance of the Montagnard deputy Albitte, for an anti-anarchical hemistich (Des lois et non du sang!); Fenelon (1793) was suspended after a few representations; and in 1794 his Timoleon, set to Etienne Mehul's music, was also proscribed.
"He sang of the creation of the world, of the origin of mankind and of all the history of Genesis, of the exodus of Israel from Egypt and their entrance into the Promised Land, of many other incidents of Scripture history, of the Lord's incarnation, passion, resurrection and ascension, of the coming of the Holy Ghost and the teaching of the apostles.
They were all together (except Eureka) in the pretty rooms of the Princess, and the Wizard did some new tricks, and the Scarecrow told stories, and the Tin Woodman sang a love song in a sonorous, metallic voice, and everybody laughed and had a good time.
They sang their sweetest songs to show how much they loved him.
And all of the sweet-faced sisters and other women of the place listened while he sang again the wonderful song of the creation.
Remember when Janis Joplin sang "Freedom's just another word for 'nothing left to lose'"?
My heart sang for very joy.
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
They sang at intervals throughout the night, and were again as musical as ever just before and about dawn.
They all sang something.
She sang her praises, insisted that her son must call on her, expressed a wish to see her often, but yet always became ill-humored when she began to talk about her.