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Slow as a plumber going for his tools. Anonymous | 1 |
Slow as cold molasses. Anonymous | 2 |
Slow as molasses in January. Anonymous | 3 |
Slow as the hand on clocks face. Robert Buchanan | 4 |
Slow as the white cloud in the sky. Robert Buchanan | 5 |
Slow, like water-lilies floating down a rill. Lord Byron | 6 |
A voice as soft and slow As might proceed from angels tongue If angels heart were sorrow-wrung, And wishd to speak its woe. Robert Chambers | 7 |
Slow as minor friars on sacred errands go. Dante | 8 |
Slow-swelling like Gods thunder underground. Euripides | 9 |
Slow as at Oxford, on some gaudy day, Fat beadles, in magnificent array, With big bellies bear the ponderous treat And heavily lag on, with the vast loady meat. Francis Fawkes | 10 |
Slow as old Saturn through prodigious space. Francis Fawkes | 11 |
Slow as an oak To woodmans stroke. Richard Garnett | 12 |
Slow, like the tired heaving of a grief-worn breast. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 13 |
Slow, as the strokes of a pump. Thomas Hood | 14 |
Slow, like a bell. Victor Hugo | 15 |
Slow as a worm. Rudyard Kipling | 16 |
Exact and slow Like wooden monarchs at a puppet show. Robert Lloyd | 17 |
Slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. Henry W. Longfellow | 18 |
It goes slow, comes slow, like a big mill-wheel On some broad stream, with long green weeds a-sway, And soft and slow it rises and it falls, Still going onward. William Morris | 19 |
Slow as lawyers mount to heaven. Charles Reade | 20 |
Slow as the snail. Samuel Rogers | 21 |
Hobbled slow as a broken-winded mare. Sir Walter Scott | 22 |
Seldome and slowe, like the scantye droppes of a fountaine neare a drye. Caroline Southey | 23 |
Slowlier than life into breath
it moves. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 24 |
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