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Gone as a gone goose. Anonymous | 1 |
Gone as a shadow goes. R. D. Blackmore | 2 |
Gone as evanescent cloudlands. Mathilde Blind | 3 |
Gone, like traces on the deep, Like a spectre graspd in sleep, Dews inhald from morning glades, Melting snows, and gliding shades. Henry Brooke | 4 |
Quite gone
like a lost star. Robert Browning | 5 |
Gone
like ice on a June day. Thomas Carlyle | 6 |
Gone into their snares like a thread into a needle. Fyodor Dostoyevsky | 7 |
Gone, like a vapor which the potent morn kills, and in killing glorifies. David Gray | 8 |
Gone like the bubble that bursts in the sun; Gone like the grain when the reaper is done; Gone like the dew on the fresh morning grass; Gone without parting farewell; and alas! Gone with a flavor of hydrogen gas! Bret Harte | 9 |
Gone like the locust band, when whirlwinds bear Their flimsy legions through the waste of air. Reginald Heber | 10 |
Gone, like smoke dissolved in air. Aaron Hill | 11 |
Gone, like the tenants that quit without warning, Down the back entry of time. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 12 |
Gone, like the spray. Charles Kingsley | 13 |
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. George Linley | 14 |
Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the river, As the mist from off the meadow. Henry W. Longfellow | 15 |
Gane, like the flowers o spring awa, or like a vision perished. Alexander McLaughlan | 16 |
Seen no more, Gone, like the wind that raised the wave, The spent wave on the shore. George Meredith | 17 |
Gone like a meteor. Thomas Moore | 18 |
Gone, like the thoughts that once were ours. Thomas Moore | 19 |
Gone like all things else that men set life upon. F. W. H. Myers | 20 |
To-day we are here, to-morrow gone, like the shadow that vanisheth, like the grass that withereth, or like the flower that fadeth; or indeed like anything, or rather like nothing. Thomas Otway | 21 |
Gone, as an angels wing through an opening cloud is seen, and then withdrawn. John Pierpont | 22 |
Gone as soon as a grain of corn thrown to an ant. Plautus | 23 |
Gone as an unreturning river. Christina Georgina Rossetti | 24 |
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever. Sir Walter Scott | 25 |
Gone like the bloom upon the heather. J. B. Selkirk | 26 |
Gone, as they never had been. Bayard Taylor | 27 |
Gone like shadow when it declineth. Old Testament | 28 |
Your early splendors gone Like stars into a cloud withdrawn Like music laid asleep In dried up fountains. William Wallace | 29 |
Gone, like the summer lightnings gleam. Frank Waters | 30 |
Gone As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn. John Greenleaf Whittier | 31 |
The red man has gone like the mist on the air. John Greenleaf Whittier | 32 |
Gone as a cloud faded into the sky. William Butler Yeats | 33 |
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