|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
Like the downy wing of sleep.
Pale as the skies.
| Your voice was gay|
As the voice of a bird in the dawn of a day
On a sunshiny tree.
|Pain gnaws at my heart like a rat that gnaws at a bean|
In the dusty dark of a ghost-frequented house.
As the unwilling herald of the king.
| Immortal as the sun.|| 6|
| Infinite as the soul.|| 7|
|Lonely as in a garden-close|
Slumbers the solitary rose.
| A red mouth like a wound.|| 9|
|Murmurous as the August bees|
That fill the forest deep
Around the roots of trees.
| Old as the earth is old.|| 11|
| Skies as pale, as moonlight in a shadowy sea.|| 12|
| Proud as a child who will what he would.|| 13|
| Scatters as leaves blown down the wind.|| 14|
As a voiceless crying of old love
That died and never spoke.
| Simple as breath.|| 16|
As thoughts of beauty sleeping.
| Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.|| 18|
| Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.|| 19|
| Swift as eternity.|| 20|
|Tenderly as a bee that sips,|
Your kisses settle on my lips.
|An old thought turns with the old tune in my head|
As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky.
| Uncertain as a childs swift moods.|| 23|
voice is like a thing detachable from herself, a thing which she takes in her hands like a musical instrument, playing on the stops cunningly with her fingers.|| 24|
| Whimpers like a cur.|| 25|