Reference > Quotations > Frank J. Wilstach, comp. > A Dictionary of Similes
Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  1916.
Rush (Verb)
  Rushes … like a tempest-troubled brook.
As the billows fling shells on the shore,
As the sun pours light o’er the sea,
As the lark scatters song evermore,
So rushes my love to thee.
  Rushed as a storm.
            —John Armstrong
  Rush, like a rocket tearing up the sky.
            —Philip James Bailey
  Rush … open-mouthed, like a crow at a walnut.
            —Honoré de Balzac
  The blood rushed like a burning torrent through his veins.
            —Honoré de Balzac
  Armies rush’d like warring mighty seas.
            —William Blake
  Like an unruly deluge, rushed on.
            —William Broome
Like clans from their hills at the voice of the battle.
            —J. J. Callahan
  Two souls, like two dew-drops, rushed into one.
            —Thomas Carlyle
  Rush like rain.
            —Ferdinand Freiligrath
  Rush, like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow.
            —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  Rush like a fiery torrent.
  Rushed like fairies.
  Rushed like a torrid hurricane.
            —Thomas Hood
  Rushed upon us like a lava torrent.
            —Sigmund Krasinski
  Rush like gudgeons to the bait.
            —Robert Lloyd
  Rushed like a man insane.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  Rushed as a wind that is keen and cold and relentless.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
Like prisoners from the dungeon’s gloom,
Like birds escaping from the snare,
Like schoolboys at the hour of play,
All left at once the pent-up room,
And rushed into the open air.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  Rushes like a boar against the shouting chase.
            —Thomas Babington Macaulay
  Rushed out upon the wayfarers like ambushed bandits.
            —George Meredith
Rushed in as rush the waters through a cave
That tunnels half a sea-girt lonely rock.
            —William Morris
  Rushed like the hot blood in the veins of a fever-stricken child.
            —Sydney Munden
  As rusheth a foamy stream from the dark shady steep of Cromla when thunder is rolling above, and dark brown night rests on the hill; so fierce, so vast, so terrible, rush forward, the sons of Erin.
  Rushing like a flood.
            —Edward Hayes Plumptre
  Rush … like ravenous wolves in night’s dark cloud, driven abroad by the blind rage of lawless hunger.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.