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| Bald as a cannon ball. | 1 |
| Blue like an ancient Briton. | 2 |
| I blush as red as cochineal. | 3 |
| Bulged out in the sun like a pumpkin. | 4 |
| Calm as a Quaker. | 5 |
| Clean as the carving knife chops the carrot. | 6 |
| Dismal as a mute at a funeral. | 7 |
| Eager as a ghoul for blood. | 8 |
| Earrings like chandeliers. | 9 |
| Fabulous as Bucephalus or Black Bess. | 10 |
| They fall like grass before the mower. | 11 |
| Fragrant as lilacs. | 12 |
| Fresh as a man’s recollections of boyhood. | 13 |
| Gaudy, like a harlequin’s jacket. | 14 |
| Gracious as a duchess. | 15 |
| Happy as a rose-tree in sunshine. | 16 |
| A woman’s heart is just like a lithographer’s stone,—what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out. | 17 |
| Leered at her like a satyr. | 18 |
| Lingering a minute, like outcast spirits, who wait, and see, through the heaven’s gate, angels within it. | 19 |
| Magnificent as Mrs. Siddons as Lady Macbeth. | 20 |
| Malicious as Satan. | 21 |
| Pale as a tablecloth. | 22 |
| Pompous as an undertaker. | 23 |
| Proud as the Bourbons. | 24 |
| Puffy as a bolster. | 25 |
| Red as a poppy. | 26 |
| Restless as Ulysses. | 27 |
| Roars like a bull of Bashan. | 28 |
| Round and pale as a pair of suet dumplings. | 29 |
| Ruinous as guilt. | 30 |
A shriek and a yell
Like the devils of hell. | 31 |
| Shrunk away tremulously, as fairies in the story-books, before a superior bad angel. | 32 |
| Eat his dinner as silently as a brother of La Trappe. | 33 |
| Snobbishness is like death in a quotation from Horace, which I hope you never have heard, “beating with equal foot at poor men’s doors, and kicking at the gates of Emperors.” | 34 |
| Soft as satin. | 35 |
| Sound as a top. | 36 |
| Stared aghast at her a minute, as Macbeth might on beholding Banquo’s sudden appearance at his ball-supper. | 37 |
| Stately as a queen. | 38 |
| Sulky as a bear. | 39 |
| Sure as comes the postman and the sun. | 40 |
| Tall as a grenadier. | 41 |
| Timid as a fawn. | 42 |
| Vain as a girl. | 43 |
| White as a ceiling. | 44 |
| I turned as white as cold boil’d veal. | 45 |
| White, and ghastly, like an army of tombstones by moonlight. | 46 |
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