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Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  1916.
            Each mysterious form,
Flew like the pictures of a morning dream.
            —Mark Akenside
  Flew along like a bird in a tempest.
  Flies like antic shapes in dreams.
  His arms flew like a windmill.
  Flying, like blown flame.
  Flies like chaff wide scattered by the wind.
  Flew like feathered Mercury.
  Flew like granado.
  Words flew out of his mouth as shot out of a gatling gun.
  Flew like a cloth-yard shaft from a bended yew.
            —Richard Harris Barham
  Fly, like a yelping Cur with a Bottle at his Tail.
            —Colley Cibber
  Fly as the leaves before the autumn tempest.
            —Colley Cibber
  Fly as a bird on the wings of Night.
            —Arabian Nights
  Fly like … the northern wind.
            —Francis Beaumont
  Fly, like a full sail.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  Fly like chaff before the wind.
            —James Boswell
  Flying … like scatterings of dead leaves in autumn-gusts.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
            Flew, as if he knew
A frenzied wretch was on his back.
            —Eliza Cook
  Fly as from the plague.
            —John Davies
  Flies like a feather in the blast.
            —Joseph Rodman Drake
  Away like a glance of thought he flew.
            —Joseph Rodman Drake
  Flies like the nimble journeys of the light.
            —John Dryden
  Fly like doves that the exalted eagle spies.
            —Richard Duke
  Friends have flown, like leaves whirled away by the blast.
            —Mrs. E. Forrester
        A headlong crowd is flying
Like a billow that has broken and is shivered into spray.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
Like the cannons that burst on the Fourth of July.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  Flew as in a dream.
            —Victor Hugo
                Sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  Flies like a bird unfettered from her cage.
            —Maria Lowell
  Flew like sparks in burnt up paper.
            —James Russell Lowell
  Fly as fast as Iris or Jove’s Mercury.
            —Christopher Marlowe
  Fly as fast as the hare from the horn.
            —Brian Melbancke
Like a smoke melted thinner than air,
That the vacancy doth disown.
            —George Meredith
  Flew around like the spray on a storm-driven deck.
            —Joaquin Miller
  Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways.
            —James Montgomery
  All flew like the down of a thistle.
            —Clement. C. Moore
  Swiftly flew as glancing flame.
            —Thomas Moore
  Flown are the days with their winged delights, as the odor is gone from the summer.
            —Louise Chandler Moulton
  Flew like the swift and dazzling flight of gold-winged orioles.
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
Some fly, like pendulums, from good to evil,
And in that point are madder than the devil.
            —Christopher Pitt
  He flies like a dog that has burnt his paw.
            —Osmanli Proverb
  Flew as the spirit flies from the dead.
            —Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  Fly like eagles which pursue their prey.
            —George Sandys
  Flew at him, like the young hero Siegfried when he attacked the wild, long-bearded dwarf Alberich.
            —Joseph V. von Scheffel
  Flown like the light clouds of a Summer’s day.
            —John Scott
  Fly, like mist before the zephyr’s sigh.
            —Sir Walter Scott
  Fly like chidden Mercury from Jove.
            —William Shakespeare
  Like falcon to the lure, away she flies.
            —William Shakespeare
  Fly like thought.
            —William Shakespeare
Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield,
They basely fly.
            —William Shakespeare
Like a flock of rooks at a farmer’s gun
Night’s dreams and terrors, every one,
Fled from the brains which are their prey.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  Flew like the wind.
            —John Skelton
  Flew at him like an hellish fiend.
            —Edmund Spenser
  Flew like a wyld gote.
            —Edmund Spenser
  Fly, like scattered sheepe.
            —Edmund Spenser
  Flew away as lightly as the wind.
            —Edmund Spenser
  Flying fast as roebucke through the fen.
            —Edmund Spenser
  Flie, as leapes the deere fled from the hunter’s face.
            —Earl of Stirling
  Fly as if the devil drove.
            —Jonathan Swift
  Flown as flies the blown foam’s feather.
            —Jonathan Swift
  Fly as the eagle that hasteth to eat.
            —Jonathan Swift
  Fly away as a dream.
            —Jonathan Swift
  Flew like a blossom blown about.
            —Walter Thornbury
Like birds from the nest when their wings have grown.
            —John T. Trowbridge
Like doves before the gathering storm.
            —George Sylvester Viereck
Like the morning-glory’s cup.
            —Amelia B. Welby
  Fly like flower-seeds on the breeze.
            —N. P. Willis

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