The place was quiet and secluded, and Sarah would be a sweet person to work for.
It was far too sweet and had a bitter aftertaste.
At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious, and at first I would mistake it for the voices of certain minstrels by whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow.
It was sweet and amusing by turns.
Anna Mikhaylovna, addressing a maid who was hurrying past with a decanter on a tray as "my dear" and "my sweet," asked about the princess' health and then led Pierre along a stone passage.
Sometimes, on Sundays, I heard the bells, the Lincoln, Acton, Bedford, or Concord bell, when the wind was favorable, a faint, sweet, and, as it were, natural melody, worth importing into the wilderness.
And poor, sweet Molly, dropped to the ground, like so much garbage.
Home sweet home and I have a playmate awaiting my attention!
The sweet smell made her mouth water, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
I remember him as a man of rare, sweet nature and of wide experience.
It was hard to believe sweet little Sarah would be involved with anything so sinister.
You're too sweet to get over me, he teased.
He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave.
Only someone as sweet as you would say that about the Dark One.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
When he spotted her, that sweet chocolate gaze locked on her, visually embracing her from across the room.
As he absorbed her words, his expression went from tense to relieved, and then on to something sweet and sad.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
Now, sweet mother, your little girl must say good-bye.
At nighttime in the moon's fair glow How sweet, as fancies wander free, To feel that in this world there's one Who still is thinking but of thee!
The Magician looked like a sweet, innocent Natural, one of the humans with extraordinary gifts who could be brought into the Guardians' organization.
Except she was suddenly hungry again, the faint, sweet scent winding through her senses.
This lovely, sweet-natured lady offered to teach me herself, and we began the twenty-sixth of March, 1890.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
Of course the sun did not shine, but we had great open wood fires in the rooms, which were all very sweet with roses and other flowers, which were sent to me from distant friends; and fruits of all kinds from California and other places.
Sweet Mother Nature can have no secrets from me when my poet is near.
I might have seen Mrs. Wiggin, the sweet author of "Birds' Christmas Carol," but she had a dangerous cough and could not come.
Sweet Rebecca, with her strong, brave spirit, and her pure, generous nature, was the only character which thoroughly won my admiration.
I know it, and it makes me feel so happy, it has such sweet thoughts.
The thought that my dear Heavenly Father is always near, giving me abundantly of all those things, which truly enrich life and make it sweet and beautiful, makes every deprivation seem of little moment compared with the countless blessings I enjoy.
He closed his eyes, and, from all sides as if from a distance, sounds fluttered, grew into harmonies, separated, blended, and again all mingled into the same sweet and solemn hymn.
She was overcome by sweet sorrow and tears were already rising in her eyes; then she suddenly asked herself to whom she was saying this.
Pierre looked again at the companion's pale, delicate face with its black eyes and peculiar mouth, and something near to him, long forgotten and more than sweet, looked at him from those attentive eyes.
"How sweet!" said Countess Mary, looking at and playing with the baby.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
The people of Corinth never grew tired of praising his sweet music.
Every morning after breakfast I prepared his bath, made his cage clean and sweet, filled his cups with fresh seed and water from the well-house, and hung a spray of chickweed in his swing.
Round the house was a wide piazza, where the mountain winds blew, sweet with all wood-scents.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends.
The sweet companionship of their children meant much to me.
These things would pass away; here were lakes and woods and broad daisy-starred fields and sweet-breathed meadows, and they shall endure forever.