She was steered by a long sweep over the stern.

With a long sweep, he sent him sprawling past the corner.

He made a long sweep with one arm towards the pyramid.

He reached out and brushed a long sweep of hair from her shoulder.

The boulder and rubble ran in a long sweep high above me.

Then, with a long sweep of the wheel, he swung the car around a corner.

Her hair reached the ground in one long sweep of black silkiness.

He could see the long sweep of her beautiful neck.

In the long sweep of American history, of course, 1977 is not exactly 1865, 1941, 1968 or 2001.

In the long sweep of history, revenge is such a bore.