A sense of well-being swept over him, and he relaxed.

At that thought a terrible sense of poignancy swept over him.

The sense of defeat swept through her like a poison.

A sense of oppression swept him as he entered the space and saw that it was closed at the far end.

At the same time, a new sense of political responsibility was sweeping through rock.

He had come back, and an overpowering sense of dread swept through him.

And as he stared at it, a curious sense of anticipation swept through his body.

The sense of awareness he always experienced in her presence swept through him.

As he spoke, a sense of exhilaration swept through him.

For a while, a sense of rejuvenation and purpose swept across the land.