She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination
Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Yours...'til the Sphinx winks.
It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.
Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.
Humanity Itself More Never Than