The plane swept round once more, up and then round, and the thud-thudding began again.

The plane swept over Chicago, a desolate, evacuated metropolis.

The incoming plane, its lights blinking, swept down, out of the brightening sky towards the runway.

There were men upon the island over which the plane had swept.

Then the plane swept down, and its markings were identified.

The plane then stood on its tail and with its wings swept back, was kilked into afterburner.

That plane swept forward and hovered above the ornithopter.

As the plane swept toward the cliff face, she prayed the ice remained slick.

The plane swept over a section of the Rhône River that split the city.

The gleaming plane swept back and forth in a lazy circle through the leaden sky for almost an hour without incident.