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Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  1916.
 
Sweet
 
  Sweet as odorous white lilies are.
            —Oscar Fay Adams		  1
  Sweet as new-blown rose.
            —Thomas Adams		  2
  Sweet as fresh fount to thirsty wanderer.
            —Æschylus		  3
  Sweet as a girl graduate.
            —Anonymous		  4
  Sweet as a nut.
            —Anonymous		  5
  Sweet as the infant spring.
            —Anonymous		  6
  Sweet as a rose.
            —Anonymous		  7
  Sweet and wholesome as a sprig of mignonette.
            —Anonymous		  8
  Sweet as a sugar plum.
            —Anonymous		  9
  Sweet as a vial of rose oil.
            —Anonymous		  10
                Kiss as sweet,
As cool fresh stream to bruised and weary feet.
            —Anonymous		  11
  Sweet as honey bee.
            —Anonymous		  12
  Sweet as honeysuckle.
            —Anonymous		  13
  Sweet as lilies in May.
            —Anonymous		  14
  As sweet as spring’s first song heard in the grove’s retreat.
            —Anonymous		  15
  Sweet as sugar.
            —Anonymous		  16
  Sweet as the cup of Circe.
            —Anonymous		  17
  Sweet as the harmonies of Spring.
            —Anonymous		  18
  Sweet as the liquid notes of a plover.
            —Anonymous		  19
  Sweet as the notes of a fountain.
            —Anonymous		  20
  Sweet as the perfume of roses.
            —Anonymous		  21
  Faintly sweet as the reapers hear a lark afar in the sky.
            —Anonymous		  22
  Sweet as the solemn sounds of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps.
            —Anonymous		  23
  Sweet as unblown hawthorn buds.
            —Anonymous		  24
  Sweet as maidens deckt and dight.
            —Arabian Nights		  25
  Sweet as that which is forbidden.
            —Arabic		  26
  Sweet as the last smile of sunset.
            —Edwin Arnold		  27
  Sweeter than the comb its sweetness.
            —Edwin Arnold		  28
  Sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from the budding lotus-flower.
            —George Arnold		  29
  Sweet and calm as is a sister’s kiss.
            —Philip James Bailey		  30
  Sweete as the infant spring.
            —Scottish Ballad		  31
  Sweet as the joy which sorrow hushes.
            —Honoré de Balzac		  32
  Sweet as new wine.
            —John Baret		  33
                Sweet
As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams.
            —Francis Beaumont		  34
  Sweet as applause to the actor.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher		  35
  As sweet as April.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher		  36
  Sweet as the Spring.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher		  37
  Sweet as the moonlight sleeping on the hills.
            —Sir William S. Bennett		  38
  Sweet as the light of the stars.
            —Robert Hugh Benson		  39
  Sweet as the look of a lover saluting the eyes of a maid.
            —Ambrose Bierce		  40
  Sweet as odour of the upland thyme.
            —Mathilde Blind		  41
  As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning		  42
  As sweet as window-eglantine.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning		  43
  Sweet, as when winter storms have ceased to chide.
            —William Cullen Bryant		  44
  Sweeter than all perfumes.
            —John Bunyan		  45
  Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn.
            —Robert Burns		  46
  Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom.
            —Robert Burns		  47
  Sweet as matrimony.
            —Robert Burton		  48
  Sounds sweet as if a sister’s voice reproved.
            —Lord Byron		  49
  Sweet as May.
            —Thomas Carew		  50
  Sweet as the sundown.
            —Bliss Carman		  51
  Sweet as the song of the wind in the rippling wheat.
            —Madison Cawein		  52
  Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods.
            —James Cawthorn		  53
  Sweet as the voice of thraslarks [Thrushes] in the spring.
            —Thomas Chatterton		  54
Sweete as is the brembul-flour
That bereth the rede hepe [Fruit of the dog rose].
            —Geoffrey Chaucer		  55
  Sweet as pity.
            —Hartley Coleridge		  56
  Sweet as the whispered breeze of evening.
            —Samuel Taylor Coleridge		  57
  As sweet as Western wind breathes from the violets’ fragrant beds.
            —John Gilbert Cooper		  58
  Sweet as the hopes on which starv’d lovers feed.
            —Sir William Davenant		  59
        Sweet as aerial chimes
Of flower-bells.
            —John Davidson		  60
  Sweet as sails in summer sky.
            —Lord De Tabley		  61
  Sweet as some immeasurable rose, expanding leaf on leaf.
            —Aubrey De Vere		  62
  Sweet as Anadyomene rising from the sea.
            —Dr. John Doran		  63
  Sweet as are the orchards, when the fruit is hanging ripe.
            —Paul Laurence Dunbar		  64
  Sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson		  65
  Serenely sweet as vernal air.
            —William Falconer		  66
  As sweet as a violet.
            —John Ford		  67
  Sweet … as the new-mown hay.
            —Sir William Schwenk Gilbert		  68
  Sweet as the vernal flow’r in early prime.
            —Richard Glover		  69
  Sweet as the rosy morn in May.
            —George Granville		  70
  Sweet as a youthful poet’s dream.
            —Charles Gray		  71
  Sweet as the harps that hung by Babel’s stream.
            —Judah HaLevi		  72
  Sweet as summer days that die when the months are in the bloom.
            —William Wallace Harney		  73
  Sweet as tropic winds at night.
            —Paul Hamilton Hayne		  74
  Sweet as the blossoms of the vine.
            —Robert Herrick		  75
  Sweet as vestry of the oracles.
            —Robert Herrick		  76
  Sweet as the sweetest song of bird on summer’s eve.
            —D. M. Hervey		  77
  As sweet as dewy turf to wayworn feet.
            —Emily H. Hickey		  78
  Sweet as new-blown breath of opening flow’rs.
            —Aaron Hill		  79
                Sweet
As a meadow at noon.
            —Katherine Tynan Hinkson		  80
  Sweet as the breath from an odalisque’s fan.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes		  81
  Sweet as the dawn star.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes		  82
  Sweet as the first snow-drop, which the sunbeams greet.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes		  83
  Sweet as honey.
            —Homer (Pope)		  84
  Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden.
            —Nora Hopper		  85
  Sweet as the hills.
            —Richard Hovey		  86
  Sweet as a rosebud crowned with moss.
            —Victor Hugo		  87
  Sweet as music.
            —Victor Hugo		  88
  Sweet as the twilight notes of the thrush.
            —Helen Hunt Jackson		  89
  Sweet as jasmine.
            —Jm		  90
  Sweet as the morning of life.
            —Jm		  91
  Sweet as drops of balme.
            —Ben Jonson		  92
  Sweet as a muskrose upon new-made hay.
            —John Keats		  93
  Sweet as blue heavens o’er enchanted isles.
            —John Keats		  94
  Sweet as love.
            —John Keats		  95
Sweeter than the rill
To its old channel.
            —John Keats		  96
  Sweet as a cat with syrup in its paws.
            —Vaughan Kester		  97
  Sweet as mountain honey.
            —Charles Kingsley		  98
  Sweet as the sigh of the spring gale.
            —Letitia Elizabeth Landon		  99
  As sweet as a woman’s flashing eye.
            —Lays of Ancient India		  100
  Sweet … as the sad spirit of the evening breezes.
            —Emma Lazarus		  101
  Sweet as the sound of bells at evening.
            —Richard Le Gallienne		  102
  Sweet as a bell in the woods.
            —Amy Leslie		  103
  Sweet as morning dew upon a rose.
            —Thomas Lodge		  104
  Sweet as the cadence of a poet’s song.
            —John Logan		  105
  Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
            —Henry W. Longfellow		  106
  Sweet as the songs of Sappho.
            —Charles B. Loomis		  107
  Sweet as heaven’s image in an unrippled lake.
            —George W. Lovell		  108
  Sweet as over new-born son the croon of new-made mother.
            —James Russell Lowell		  109
  Sweet as the sweet tooth of a calfe.
            —John Lyly		  110
  Sweet as the dew-drops of a wild rose.
            —Edward Lysaght		  111
  Sweet as summer’s showers.
            —George Mac-Henry		  112
  Sweet as seraph’s bliss.
            —Walter Malone		  113
  Sweet as first love.
            —Gerald Massey		  114
  Sweet as first spring violets.
            —Gerald Massey		  115
  Sweet as Eden.
            —George Meredith		  116
  Sweet as victory half-revealed.
            —George Meredith		  117
A secret sweet as songs of dawn
That linnets sing when mists are gone.
            —Richard Monckton Milnes		  118
  Sweet as Angel accents.
            —James Montgomery		  119
  Nothing half so sweet in life as Love’s young dream.
            —Thomas Moore		  120
  As sweet as the rose-scented zephyr those do meet who near the happy islands of the blest.
            —William Morris		  121
  Sweet as every-day sunshine.
            —John Muir		  122
  Sweet, like an angel’s sigh.
            —Mary R. Murphy		  123
  Sweet as the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountains.
            —Thomas Otway		  124
  Sweet, like a silver whistle.
            —Ouida		  125
  Sweet as the morning air.
            —Benjamin F. Parker		  126
                Sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul.
            —Coventry Patmore		  127
  Sweet as violet-borders growing over fountains over-flowing.
            —Ambrose Philips		  128
  As sweet as mown grass in the even.
            —Stephen Phillips		  129
  Sweet as the melody of swans, that lave their nestling pinions in the silver wave.
            —Pratinas		  130
  Music sweeter than the sweetest chime of magic bells by fairies set a-swinging.
            —T. Buchanan Read		  131
  Sweet as blossoms after rain.
            —Lizette Woodworth Reese		  132
  Sweet as the dew’s lip to the rose’s.
            —James Whitcomb Riley		  133
  As sweet as the life of the lily.
            —James Whitcomb Riley		  134
  As sweet as the soul of a babe.
            —James Whitcomb Riley		  135
  Sweet as smiles to the lips that are pale.
            —A. J. Ryan		  136
  Sweet as the dew-drops that fall on the roses in May.
            —A. J. Ryan		  137
  Sweet as the Summer’s birds.
            —A. J. Ryan		  138
  Sweet as the dreamings of the nightingales.
            —Charles Sangster		  139
  Sweet as the note of a nightingale.
            —Sanskrit		  140
  Sweet as Flora’s favorite flower.
            —James Scadlock		  141
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
            —William Shakespeare		  142
  Sweet as balm.
            —William Shakespeare		  143
            Sweet, and musical,
As bright Apollo’s lute.
            —William Shakespeare		  144
  Sweet as damask roses.
            —William Shakespeare		  145
Sweet as ditties highly penn’d,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer’s bower.
            —William Shakespeare		  146
  Sweet as spring-time flowers.
            —William Shakespeare		  147
Sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath.
            —William Shakespeare		  148
  Sweet as a summer night without a breath.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley		  149
  Sweet as if angels sang.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley		  150
  Her looks were sweet as Heaven’s when loveliest in Autumn eves.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley		  151
  Sweet as the blossom is sweet.
            —Frank Dempster Sherman		  152
  More sweet than the honey of the Hybla bees.
            —Tobias Smollett		  153
  Sweet as the songs of homestead birds.
            —Edmund Clarence Stedman		  154
Sweet-hearted as a bird that takes the sun
With clear strong eyes and feels the glad god run
Bright through his blood and wide rejoicing wings,
And opens all himself to heaven and sings.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  155
  Sweet as April-clouded skies.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  156
  Sweet as a child’s heart-lightening laugh to hear.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  157
  Sweet-souled as a dove.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  158
  Sweet as all the wide sweet south.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  159
  Sweet as death-annihilating song.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  160
  Sweet as dream’s delight.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  161
  Sweet and comely as a dove’s throat strained out to sing.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  162
Sweet as early kisses of a mouth
Scented like honey.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  163
  Sweet as hope’s first note of jubilation.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  164
  Sweet as life or death can be.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  165
  Sweet as rest.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  166
                Sweet
As running streams to men’s way-wearied feet.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  167
  Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  168
  Sweet as sound the moving wings of night.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  169
  Sweet and good as summer air.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  170
  Sweet as forgiveness.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  171
  Sweet as night’s dim dawn to weariness.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  172
  Sweet as the balm of sleep.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  173
  Sweet as the change that leaves the world in flower when spring laughs winter down to deathward.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  174
  Sweet as the dewfall.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  175
  Sweet as the flower that itself is May.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  176
  Sweet as the kiss wherewith sleep kisses pain.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  177
  Sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional error.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  178
Sweet as the winds that beat
Round banks where Tyne is born.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  179
  Sweet as when earth was new.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  180
            Sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  181
  A sound more sweet than April’s flower-sweet rain.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  182
  Sweeter than joy-bells ringing.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne		  183
  Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.
            —Arthur Symons		  184
  Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.
            —Arthur Symons		  185
  Sweet as a vesper chime.
            —Benjamin Franklin Taylor		  186
  Songs of love are sweeter than Bassora’s nightingales.
            —Bayard Taylor		  187
  Sweet as a morn of Paradise.
            —Bayard Taylor		  188
  Sweet as children’s prattle.
            —Pamela Tennant		  189
  Sweet as new buds in spring.
            —Alfred Tennyson		  190
  Sweet as honey.
            —New Testament		  191
  Sweeter than honey to my mouth.
            —New Testament		  192
  Sweet as the apple-blossoms.
            —Celia Thaxter		  193
                Sweet and fresh
As the flower-skirted streams of Staffordshire.
            —Celia Thaxter		  194
  Sweet as the music of Apollo’s lyre.
            —Celia Thaxter		  195
  Sweet, as when Venus and Love went hand in hand.
            —Maurice Thompson		  196
  Sweet as the early pipe along the dale.
            —William Thomson		  197
  Sweeter than the waters of the Nile.
            —Martin Farquhar Tupper		  198
  Sweet as the dawn star.
            —Wilbur Underwood		  199
  Sweet as regret.
            —Marie Van Vorst		  200
  Sweet is your strain to my ears, heavenly poet, as is sleep to tired limbs on the grass, as is the quenching of thirst in mid-day heat in the stream where sweet waters play.
            —Virgil		  201
  Tinkling bell-notes falling sweet and cold as a stream’s cadence, while a skylark sings high in the blue.
            —Rosamund Marriott Watson		  202
  Sweet as the maiden’s dream of love.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier		  203
Music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier		  204
Sweeter than the song of birds,
Is the thankful voice.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier		  205
  A voice sweet as an angel’s.
            —N. P. Willis		  206
  Sweet and joyful as the earliest note of the brown brilliant harbinger of spring.
            —C. P. Wilson		  207
  Sweet as the faint, far-off, celestial tone of angel whispers, fluttering from on high.
            —William Winter		  208
  Sweet as the lips that once you pressed.
            —William Winter		  209
Sweet as morning fragrance shed
From flowers.
            —William Wordsworth		  210
  Sweet as the head of your cane.
            —William Wycherley		  211
 
 
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