| Arches like a giants bow.|| 1|
| Backward as the wind sweeps flame.|| 2|
| Bitter as self-sacrifice.|| 3|
| Black, like plumes at funerals.|| 4|
| Blush like rose when Roland speaks.|| 5|
| Bright as Paphias eyes.|| 6|
|Calm, as one who, safe in heaven,|
Shall tell a story of his lower life,
Unmoved by shame or anger.
|Like the battle camps fearful calm,|
While the banners are spread, and the warriors arm.
| Certainly, as evening empties morning into night.|| 9|
| Chaste as Medicean Venus.|| 10|
| Clear, as God sees through the earth.|| 11|
| Clings fast as the clinging vine.|| 12|
|Close as brother leans to brother|
When they press beneath the eyes
Of some father praying blessings
From the gifts of paradise.
as graveyard stones from which the lichens scraped.|| 14|
| Copious as rivers.|| 15|
like a chill.|| 16|
like a blind Jove feels his way with thunder.|| 17|
| Darkened, as the lighthouse will that turns upon the sea.|| 18|
| France kept her old affection as deeply as the sepulchre the corse.|| 19|
| Differ as a nettle and a pink.|| 20|
| Dilated, like a saint in ecstasy.|| 21|
| Disgust, as
she had touched a snake.|| 22|
like a gong at midnight.|| 23|
| Droop like wreaths of snow.|| 24|
As century follows century
Into the deep eternity.
| Dull as any London afternoon.|| 26|
| Echoless, as ripe fruit on the ground unshaken.|| 27|
|Experience, like a pale musician, holds|
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of Gods will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad, perplexed minors: deadly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fairyland
With nightingales in visionary worlds.
| Doubting eyes,|
Like a child that never knew but love Whom words of wrath surprise.
| Shining eyes, like antique jewels set in Parian statue-stone.|| 30|
| A sharp face, like a knife in a cleft stick.|| 31|
| As flowers kept too long in the shade
| Glimmering faintly like the rack of the moon in her light cast back.|| 33|
| Fierce as twenty bloodhounds.|| 34|
| Flat as a gravestone.|| 35|
| Flushed to radiance where they stood,|
Like statues by the open tomb
Of shining saints half risen.
| Its meaning flutters in me like a flame under my own breath.|| 37|
| Fluttering, like dumb creatures before storms.|| 38|
| Fluttered like a tame bird, in among its forest brothers far too strong for it.|| 39|
like scatterings of dead leaves in autumn-gusts.|| 40|
| Free as bird on branch, just as ready to fly east as west.|| 41|
| Free as light.|| 42|
| Gently, like the mornings light, Shedding, unmarkd, an influence soft and bright, Till all the landscape gather in the sight.|| 43|
| Glad as singing-birds.|| 44|
| Gleameth like a seraph sword.|| 45|
| Glide like a fallen leaf.|| 46|
|Glimmering faintly like the rack|
O the moon in her own light cast back.
| Grave, as the manner of noble men is.|| 48|
| As green as any privet-hedge a bird might choose to build in.|| 49|
| As the moths around a taper,|
As the bees around a rose,
As the gnats around a vapour,
So the spirits group and close
Round about a holy childhood as if drinking its repose.
| Head as hairy as Faunus.|| 51|
Like a mighty ship in pain,
Facing the tempest with struggle and strain.
| Heaves like a water-weed that opens to the wave.|| 53|
like shot from guns.|| 54|
| Hum and murmur like a hive.|| 55|
as the sea in shells.|| 56|
|Hurts one like the day|
Let suddenly on sick eyes.
| Inaudible like spirits.|| 58|
|Knelt like a child marble-sculptured and white|
That seems kneeling to pray on the tomb of a knight.
| Laughed as if he had drowned a dog.|| 60|
| Leaps like a young horse|
Who bites against the new bit in his teeth,
And tugs and struggles against the new-tried rein.
Curved like an archers bow to send the bitter arrows out.
| Lips shook|
Like a rose leaning oer a brook,
Which vibrates though it is not struck.
| Long as death.|| 64|
| Loved as patriots.|| 65|
|Melted as a star might do,|
Still smiling as she melted slow.
like wind through ill-shut casements.|| 67|
|Moveless as a worm beneath a stone|
Which some ones stumbling foot has spurned aside.
| Murmur like a hive.|| 69|
| Mute as snow.|| 70|
like a singing in a dream.|| 71|
| Open as a smile.|| 72|
| Pale as baby carved in stone.|| 73|
as one who saw an ecstasy beyond a foretold agony.|| 74|
|Pale as crocus grows|
Close beside a rose-trees root.
| Pale as the silver cross of Savoy.|| 76|
| Pallid as a saint.|| 77|
like a white soul tossed out to eternity with thrills of time upon it.|| 78|
| Pant like a netted lioness.|| 79|
| Pant like climbers.|| 80|
| Patient, like a marble man.|| 81|
as a stone.|| 82|
| Prosperous as the angels are.|| 83|
| Pure as the grapes in wine.|| 84|
| Quick as a fear.|| 85|
| Quick as finches in a blossomed tree.|| 86|
like a vibrant music-string stretched from mountain peak to sky.|| 87|
| Red as with wine out of season.|| 88|
| Half-repose, like a shepherd keeping sheep.|| 89|
| Restless as the nest-deserted bird.|| 90|
| Reverently as any pilgrim to the papal seat.|| 91|
| Revive, like Hectors body.|| 92|
| Ring like Dodonæan brass.|| 93|
| Sad as wisdom cut off from fellowship.|| 94|
| Safe from harm as sings the lark when sucked up out of sight in vortices of glory and blue air.|| 95|
| Scattered like a flock.|| 96|
| Seeking, like a bleating lamb|
Left out at night in shutting up the fold.
|Serenely as the stars gaze through the air|
Straight on each other.
Like the lotus in the river.
|Like one who wakens in a grave and shrieks,|
The still house seemed to shriek.
| Shrink into a point like death.|| 101|
| Sighed with such a sigh as drops from agony to exhaustion.|| 102|
| Slowly, as a man in doubt.|| 103|
| Smiled like Italy.|| 104|
| When things went smoothly as a baby drugged.|| 105|
| Soft as Muses string.|| 106|
| Soft as a mothers kiss.|| 107|
| Soft as a silent hush.|| 108|
|Softly, as the last repenting drops|
Of a thunder-shower.
| Solemn, as a thought of God.|| 110|
| Speechless as a stone.|| 111|
| Still as a vision.|| 112|
|Still as when a silent mouth in frost|
like graves dug side by side at measured lengths.|| 114|
As Hindostanee to an Ind-born man
Accustomed many years to English speech.
| Strange as death.|| 116|
| Strange to me as dreams of distant spheres.|| 117|
| Strewn round as like a dead worlds shroud in ghastly fragments torn.|| 118|
| Sulky as a ghost.|| 119|
| As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats.|| 120|
| As sweet as window-eglantine.|| 121|
|Thrills in leafy tremblement,|
Like a heart that after climbing
Beateth quickly though content.
| On tip-toe like escaping murderers.|| 123|
| Grow together like tares and wheat.|| 124|
| Tranquil like a summer cloud|
Which, having rained itself to a tardy peace,
Stands still in heaven as if it ruled the day.
like a netted lioness.|| 126|
And pauseless as the pulses.
| My thoughts twine and bud about thee, as with vines, about a tree.|| 128|
|As light November snows to empty nests,|
As grass to graves, as moss to mildewed stones,
As July suns to ruins, through the rents,
As ministering spirits to mourners, through a loss,
As Heaven itself to men, through pangs of death,
He came uncalled wherever grief had come.
| Vanished like a fairy.|| 130|
| White as foam thrown upon rocks from the old-spent wave.|| 131|
| White as gulls.|| 132|
| White as moonshine.|| 133|
| White as wax.|| 134|
| White like a cloud at fall of snow.|| 135|
| White like a spirits hand.|| 136|
| Writhe like the Pythian.|| 137|
| Yellow like to fire.|| 138|
| Young as Eve with natures daybreak in her face.|| 139|