1 I can't sing without the instrument.
2 sing for his soul And I warrant you, he has need of it.
3 They were singing, but not a word reached the audience.
4 The window was open now; the birds certainly were singing.
5 "Act; dance; sing; a little bit of everything," said Giles.
6 The villagers were singing, but half their words were blown away.
7 There was a vast vacancy between her, the singing villagers and the piping child.
8 Digging and delving, ploughing and sowing they were singing, but the wind blew their words away.
9 --that was what they were singing, as they scooped and tossed the invisible hay, when she looked round again.
10 The voices of the pilgrims singing, as they wound in and out between the trees, could be heard; but the words were inaudible.
11 The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.
12 Sitting on the bed he heard her sing, swinging her little legs, "Come and see my sea weeds, come and see my sea shells, come and see my dicky bird hop upon its perch"--an old child's nursery rhyme to help a child.