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Allured all hearts as ocean lures the land. | 1 |
Alone like some deserted world. | 2 |
Each falling hoof Beat like a flail beneath the threshers roof. | 3 |
Blissful, as if sin Or more than gentlest grief had never been. | 4 |
Blown like leaves before the whirlwinds fury fleeing. | 5 |
Blushes
as a young virgin on her wedding night. | 6 |
Like a greyhound when slipped from the leash, he bounded. | 7 |
Bloom as bright as opening moon. | 8 |
Brightened like the moon. | 9 |
The banners burst, Like buds of April breezes burst. | 10 |
Changeful as the sea. | 11 |
Clear as the blast of horn. | 12 |
Clung like drowning men beneath the wave. | 13 |
As the night-mists
cold. | 14 |
Speaks to confuse, like speech by age oertaken. | 15 |
Countless as the desert sands. | 16 |
Curl as if a frost had stung them. | 17 |
The light of speech descends like a tongue of the Pentecost. | 18 |
Drying up like a brook when the woods have been cleared around. | 19 |
Dusk as dying stars. | 20 |
As a guardian Muse thou art earnest. | 21 |
Eyes
clear as the unshadowed Grecian heaven. | 22 |
Fair as some Arcadian dell. | 23 |
Fair as the last star that leaves the morning air. | 24 |
Fair as the loveliest landscape of pastoral England. | 25 |
Fierce, as powers at bay. | 26 |
Fluctuates like a sleepy wave. | 27 |
Fluttered like a callow lark, With dim fore-feeling of the azure free, Sustaining wing and strength of songful glee. | 28 |
Youth follows life, as bees the honeybell. | 29 |
Frail As Mays first lily in a Northern vale. | 30 |
Free as song. | 31 |
Gay as the garments of gem-sprinkled gold. | 32 |
Glare, as when a torch is hurled before a sleepers eyes. | 33 |
Gleam like sea-mists oer the plain. | 34 |
Glimmered through the misty sphere like moonlit marble. | 35 |
Glow
like the sunsets flush on a field of snow. | 36 |
Gone, as they never had been. | 37 |
Harmless
as petals of a flower. | 38 |
Hoarse as warning prophets in an evil age. | 39 |
As idly as a babe that sees the painted pictures of a book. | 40 |
Joyous as the cadence of the sea. | 41 |
Light as floating leaf of orchard snow, loosed by the pulse of Spring. | 42 |
Gallop
light as any antelope upon the hills of the Gavilòn. | 43 |
Lips like the honeyed lips of Hylas. | 44 |
Lips, parting like a loose bow, that just has launched its arrow. | 45 |
Lithe as the dark-eyed Syrian gazelle. | 46 |
Minced like a nestlings food. | 47 |
Abundance is outpoured Like worship at a shrine adored. | 48 |
Passed, like a sudden squall that tears the sea, Yet leaves a sun to smile the billows down. | 49 |
Peaceful as dew-mist from an evening sky. | 50 |
Permanent as marble. | 51 |
Plain as a weed. | 52 |
Pliant as the air. | 53 |
Pure as morns of Paradise. | 54 |
Receding as a cloud in air. | 55 |
Rose like dust before the whirlwinds force. | 56 |
Roar, Like the din of wintry breakers on a sounding wall of shore. | 57 |
Seasoned as twin beams of soundest oak. | 58 |
Secure as the orchard-turf. | 59 |
Shimmered
like meteor-fires that haunt a fairy dell. | 60 |
Shone like isles of tawny gold. | 61 |
Like a sheathless sabre
shines. | 62 |
Shout like a storm on hills of pine. | 63 |
Silent as a cloud that sleeps in midday on a mountain peak. | 64 |
Sink as the pausing of music. | 65 |
As a pearl within its shell, the happy spirit sleeps in me. | 66 |
Around him slid like a wave. | 67 |
Soft, as Heavens angelic messenger might touch the lips of prayer, and make them blest. | 68 |
Sparkled like falling tears. | 69 |
Stains, like sunshine falling through heraldic panes that rise between the altar and the sky. | 70 |
Stretch like imploring arms. | 71 |
Strong, and bold, and free as the milk-white foal of the Nedjidee. | 72 |
Subtle as a serpent. | 73 |
Songs of love are sweeter than Bassoras nightingales. | 74 |
Sweet as a morn of Paradise. | 75 |
Throbbed, as by sudden fever stirred. | 76 |
Timorous as a truant child. | 77 |
Warm as a new-made bride. | 78 |
Whirl as if a tempest flung them. | 79 |
Whirled in a swift and cloudy turbulence, as when some star of Eblis downward hurled by Allahs bolt, sweeps with its burning hair the waste of darkness. | 80 |
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