The stars cast a rain of sparkles from the slumbering heavens.
This smokes and sparkles in the darkness and the trow does not like it.
Woven of her tenderness, it sparkles with man's deathless gratitude.
"It sparkles like rubies," said Beausire, holding it to the light.
It is the shallow stream only, which dashes, and sparkles, and deafens us by its noise.
Look at me, ...