|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
Like trees fast rooted in the ground.
| Wandering fires wait even on rottenness like a stray gleam of thought in an idiots brain.|
Philip James Bailey
| Waiting, like a lamp-post.|
R. D. Blackmore
|Thy pleasant youth, a little while withdrawn,|
Waits on the horizon of a brighter sky;
Waits, like the morn, that folds her wings and hides
Till the slow stars bring back her dawning hour;
Waits, like the vanished spring, that slumbering bides
Her own sweet time to waken bud and flower.
William Cullen Bryant
| Idly wait|
Like lovers at the swinging gate.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
| Waited with a frown,|
Like some old champion of romance,
Who, having thrown his gauntlet down,
Expectant leans upon his lance.
Henry W. Longfellow
| My love is waiting like corked soda-water to fly towards her.|