Are they metaphorical (Mary floated across the floor.)
The radiance of sunrise, like a strip of voluptuous red gauze headscarf, floated and drifted in indistinct outer space.
The scent of pine and the sound of crickets floated down from the foothill of the appalachians.
Smoke and tear gas floated through the old city as its maze of cobbled lanes rang to the sounds of exploding firecrackers and ambulance sirens.
It was a windowless erection used for storage, and from the open door there floated into the obscurity a mist of yellow radiance, which at first Tess thought to be illuminated smoke.
Friends need, be like good tea, weak and not astringent, but not fragrance assail the nostrils, floated slowly, and spirited. Life such as tea, light of the good friend.
The buoy floated back and forth in the water.
A love of people, can set foot in the drifting cobweb without falling, no magic his soul floated with happiness.
Our guide explains that the ones with rugged, spiky tops are chunks of glacier that have broken off and floated into the sea without flipping over.
The change, which Spellings floated during an interview with USA TODAY's editorial board, could quiet critics and help make No Child Left Behind more palatable as Congress prepares to reauthorize it.
The feather floated lightly in the air.
Richard Heene got 90 days for falsely reporting that his son has floated away in the balloon.
A perky melody floated through the air - Could that really be "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town?" - for the scores of line dancers who fill the plazas.
And beyond that great woolly clouds floated almost motionless in a clear sky.
Northern taxpayers would also recoil from the idea of a future “ministry of finance of the union” which Mr Trichet recently floated.
The smell of the vinegar used to cool his mother's brow floated in the heavy air.
Spokesmen for the Supreme Council of the Armed Forces (SCAF), along with some civilian politicians, have floated the idea of replicating in Egypt today aspects of a bygone era in Turkish politics.
The girl's whispered words mingled with the shades, and, to Tess's drowsy mind, they seemed to be generated by the darkness in which they floated.
But when morning came there floated up to him, through the noise and bustle of the Cathedral world, a faint heart-aching message from the prisoner in the wicker cage far below.
