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 the sparkle of a tear on her cheek.
Her cheeks were glowing and the lustre of her eyes was like the sparkle of the stars.
She did not appear to be tired nor had the sparkle of her beautiful eyes diminished.
But his eyes which had been moist began to sparkle and smile.
The Lady Mary rose, a faint color in her cheeks, a sparkle in her fine eyes.