There was no sparkle of any kind on the lazy stream of his life.
The color came into her cheeks at the memory, and a sparkle into her eyes.
The glasses over his eyes seemed to sparkle as if with fire.
Athens,—except for that sparkle,—thy name, I had moldered to ash!
The fliers hung aimless overhead, no sparkle to their hulls.
Her face was away from me, but I caught ...