A Dictionary of SimilesLittle, Brown,, 1916 - 488 pages |
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... wind - mill without wind . — JUVENAL . Oaks , like arts , a length of years demand . WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . Arteries . Pulseless arteries Arid . Arid as the sands of Sahara , with- out restful shade , without refreshing water . JOSEPH ...
... wind - mill without wind . — JUVENAL . Oaks , like arts , a length of years demand . WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . Arteries . Pulseless arteries Arid . Arid as the sands of Sahara , with- out restful shade , without refreshing water . JOSEPH ...
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... wind . - GEORGE H. MILES . Away , like mists that flee from summer sea . - THOMAS MOORE . Away , like mists when winds arise . -T . BUCHANAN READ . Chased away as the vision of the night . OLD TESTAMENT . Away as with a whirlwind ...
... wind . - GEORGE H. MILES . Away , like mists that flee from summer sea . - THOMAS MOORE . Away , like mists when winds arise . -T . BUCHANAN READ . Chased away as the vision of the night . OLD TESTAMENT . Away as with a whirlwind ...
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... wind The warm day endeth . THE ELDER EDDA . Bare as an Alpine precipice . KINGSLEY . - Bare as a pig in a sty . FRANCIS MAHONY . Bare as lies the mirrored moon in silver sleeping seas . - GERALD MAS- SEY . - Bare as hop - stakes in ...
... wind The warm day endeth . THE ELDER EDDA . Bare as an Alpine precipice . KINGSLEY . - Bare as a pig in a sty . FRANCIS MAHONY . Bare as lies the mirrored moon in silver sleeping seas . - GERALD MAS- SEY . - Bare as hop - stakes in ...
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... winds . ANON . Bellow , like a burst of thunder . - ARISTOPHANES . Bellowing as if he was possessed of the devil ... wind . ANON . Bend on me thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea . - BULWER - LYTTON . - Bend one way , like a ...
... winds . ANON . Bellow , like a burst of thunder . - ARISTOPHANES . Bellowing as if he was possessed of the devil ... wind . ANON . Bend on me thy tender eyes , As stars look on the sea . - BULWER - LYTTON . - Bend one way , like a ...
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... wind . SWIFT . Bounteous . - DRYDEN . Bounteous as nature . Bounteous as the Nile's dark waters . - JAMES MONTGOMERY . Bounteous as the air which fed Israel . SOUTHEY . - Bountiful . Bountiful as April rains . As mines of India ...
... wind . SWIFT . Bounteous . - DRYDEN . Bounteous as nature . Bounteous as the Nile's dark waters . - JAMES MONTGOMERY . Bounteous as the air which fed Israel . SOUTHEY . - Bountiful . Bountiful as April rains . As mines of India ...
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ANON BALZAC BAYARD TAYLOR BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER Beautiful bird Black blue Blush breath Bright BUCHANAN READ BULWER-LYTTON BURNE BYRON C. G. ROSSETTI Calm CARLYLE CHARLES READE cheeks Clear cloud Cold continued D. G. ROSSETTI Dark dawn dead DICKENS doth dream DRYDEN DUMAS E. B. BROWNING ELIZA COOK eyes Fade Fair fire flame flash flower Fresh GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE MEREDITH GERALD MASSEY Gleam Glow heart heaven HENRY HOOD HUGO IBID JAMES MONTGOMERY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JEAN INGELOW JOHN JOSEPH CONRAD KEATS KIPLING leaf light lips LONGFELLOW LYLY moon morning night O. W. HOLMES o'er OLD TESTAMENT OUIDA P. J. BAILEY Pale PÈRE PROVERB R. D. BLACKMORE rain RICHARD ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT BURTON rose SAMUEL BUTLER shadow SHAKE SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY shine smile snow Soft SOUTHEY SPEARE spring stars summer Sweet Swift SWINBURNE TENNYSON THOMAS MOORE tree wave White WHITTIER wild WILLIAM wind wings WORDSWORTH
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Page 252 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 456 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 197 - A Birthday MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Page xii - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, — then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; — The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 444 - BEHOLD, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's 116 beard : that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
Page 198 - Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field ; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.
Page 297 - Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind : But more...
Page 293 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 114 - For man also knoweth not his time : as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare ; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them.
Page 261 - The sting she nourish'd for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain...