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Each mysterious form, Flew like the pictures of a morning dream. Mark Akenside | 1 |
Flew along like a bird in a tempest. Anonymous | 2 |
Flies like antic shapes in dreams. Anonymous | 3 |
His arms flew like a windmill. Anonymous | 4 |
Flying, like blown flame. Anonymous | 5 |
Flies like chaff wide scattered by the wind. Anonymous | 6 |
Flew like feathered Mercury. Anonymous | 7 |
Flew like granado. Anonymous | 8 |
Words flew out of his mouth as shot out of a gatling gun. Anonymous | 9 |
Flew like a cloth-yard shaft from a bended yew. Richard Harris Barham | 10 |
Fly, like a yelping Cur with a Bottle at his Tail. Colley Cibber | 11 |
Fly as the leaves before the autumn tempest. Colley Cibber | 12 |
Fly as a bird on the wings of Night. Arabian Nights | 13 |
Fly like
the northern wind. Francis Beaumont | 14 |
Fly, like a full sail. Beaumont and Fletcher | 15 |
Fly like chaff before the wind. James Boswell | 16 |
Flying
like scatterings of dead leaves in autumn-gusts. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 17 |
Flew, as if he knew A frenzied wretch was on his back. Eliza Cook | 18 |
Fly as from the plague. John Davies | 19 |
Flies like a feather in the blast. Joseph Rodman Drake | 20 |
Away like a glance of thought he flew. Joseph Rodman Drake | 21 |
Flies like the nimble journeys of the light. John Dryden | 22 |
Fly like doves that the exalted eagle spies. Richard Duke | 23 |
Friends have flown, like leaves whirled away by the blast. Mrs. E. Forrester | 24 |
A headlong crowd is flying Like a billow that has broken and is shivered into spray. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 25 |
Fly Like the cannons that burst on the Fourth of July. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 26 |
Flew as in a dream. Victor Hugo | 27 |
Sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. Henry W. Longfellow | 28 |
Flies like a bird unfettered from her cage. Maria Lowell | 29 |
Flew like sparks in burnt up paper. James Russell Lowell | 30 |
Fly as fast as Iris or Joves Mercury. Christopher Marlowe | 31 |
Fly as fast as the hare from the horn. Brian Melbancke | 32 |
Flown Like a smoke melted thinner than air, That the vacancy doth disown. George Meredith | 33 |
Flew around like the spray on a storm-driven deck. Joaquin Miller | 34 |
Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways. James Montgomery | 35 |
All flew like the down of a thistle. Clement. C. Moore | 36 |
Swiftly flew as glancing flame. Thomas Moore | 37 |
Flown are the days with their winged delights, as the odor is gone from the summer. Louise Chandler Moulton | 38 |
Flew like the swift and dazzling flight of gold-winged orioles. Ouida | 39 |
As before the pike will fly Dace and roach and such small fry; As the leaf before the gale, As the chaff beneath the flail, As before the wolf the flocks, As before the hounds the fox; As before the cat the mouse, As the rat from falling house; As the fiend before the spell Of holy water, book, and bell; As the ghost from dawning day. Thomas L. Peacock | 40 |
Some fly, like pendulums, from good to evil, And in that point are madder than the devil. Christopher Pitt | 41 |
He flies like a dog that has burnt his paw. Osmanli Proverb | 42 |
Flew as the spirit flies from the dead. Dante Gabriel Rossetti | 43 |
Fly like eagles which pursue their prey. George Sandys | 44 |
Flew at him, like the young hero Siegfried when he attacked the wild, long-bearded dwarf Alberich. Joseph V. von Scheffel | 45 |
Flown like the light clouds of a Summers day. John Scott | 46 |
Fly, like mist before the zephyrs sigh. Sir Walter Scott | 47 |
Fly like chidden Mercury from Jove. William Shakespeare | 48 |
Like falcon to the lure, away she flies. William Shakespeare | 49 |
Fly like thought. William Shakespeare | 50 |
Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, They basely fly. William Shakespeare | 51 |
Like a flock of rooks at a farmers gun Nights dreams and terrors, every one, Fled from the brains which are their prey. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 52 |
Flew like the wind. John Skelton | 53 |
Flew at him like an hellish fiend. Edmund Spenser | 54 |
Flew like a wyld gote. Edmund Spenser | 55 |
Fly, like scattered sheepe. Edmund Spenser | 56 |
Flew away as lightly as the wind. Edmund Spenser | 57 |
Flying fast as roebucke through the fen. Edmund Spenser | 58 |
Flie, as leapes the deere fled from the hunters face. Earl of Stirling | 59 |
Fly as if the devil drove. Jonathan Swift | 60 |
Flown as flies the blown foams feather. Jonathan Swift | 61 |
Fly as the eagle that hasteth to eat. Jonathan Swift | 62 |
Fly away as a dream. Jonathan Swift | 63 |
Flew like a blossom blown about. Walter Thornbury | 64 |
Flown, Like birds from the nest when their wings have grown. John T. Trowbridge | 65 |
Fly, Like doves before the gathering storm. George Sylvester Viereck | 66 |
Flown, Like the morning-glorys cup. Amelia B. Welby | 67 |
Fly like flower-seeds on the breeze. N. P. Willis | 68 |
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