| Ample as the largest winding-sheet.|| 1|
| Anxious as hind towards her hidden fawn.|| 2|
| Like two drops of dew|
Exhaled to Phbus lips, away they are gone.
| Beautiful as an oriole.|| 4|
| See behind, as doth the hunted hare.|| 5|
| No bigger than an unobserved star.|| 6|
| Bright as the bow of Iris.|| 7|
| Bright as the humming-birds green diadem.|| 8|
| Changeless as truth.|| 9|
| Chilly as a dripping well.|| 10|
| Claspd like a missal where swart Paynims pray.|| 11|
| Clear as infants eyes.|| 12|
|Clings cruelly to us, like the gnawing sloth|
On the deers tender haunches.
| Cold as a bubbling well.|| 14|
| Complacent as a cat.|| 15|
| Cool as aspen leaves.|| 16|
| Crafty as a snake.|| 17|
| Oer our silence creep|
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire oer fraternal souls.
| Dark as the parentage of chaos.|| 19|
| More dead than Morpheus imaginings.|| 20|
| Deify me, as if some blithe wine|
Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk,
And so become immortal.
as Jove fans off the clouds.|| 22|
| Drop like hours into eternity.|| 23|
| Dumb as the grave.|| 24|
| Pouring as easily as hour-glass sand.|| 25|
| As enduring as a camel.|| 26|
| The sophists eye,|
Like a sharp spear, went through her utterly,
Keen, cruel, perceant, stinging.
| Fair as some wonder out of fairy land.|| 28|
| Fairer than Phbes sapphire-regiond star.|| 29|
|Fame, like a wayward Girl, will still be coy|
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless Boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease.
| Fixed as a rocky marge.|| 31|
| Flit like a ghost away.|| 32|
| Freckled like a pard.|| 33|
| Free as an eagle.|| 34|
| Free as the sky-searching lark.|| 35|
| Fresher than berries of a mountain-tree.|| 36|
| More gentle than the wind in summer.|| 37|
Like the northern lights on snow.
| High as the berries of a wild ash tree.|| 39|
| Huge as a planet.|| 40|
| Joyous as a bobolink.|| 41|
| Labyrinth you there, like a hid scent in an unbudded rose.|| 42|
| Lockd up like veins of metal.|| 43|
| Sweet Pleasure melteth,|
Like the bubbles when rain pelteth.
| Melted, as the rose|
Blendeth its odour with the violet.
| Mild as a star in water.|| 46|
As grazing ox unworried in the meads.
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep.
| Postured motionless,|
Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern.
| Mournful as
Memnons harp.|| 50|
| Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness.|| 51|
| Noiseless as the passing mountain rain.|| 52|
|Numerous as shadows haunting fairily|
| Pale as smooth-sculptured stone.|| 54|
| A pang|
As hot as deaths is chill with fierce convulse.
| Patient as an ant.|| 56|
| Patient as a hen-bird.|| 57|
|Spiritual sweets to plentitude,|
As bees gorge full their cells.
| Pure as ice-drop that froze on the mountain.|| 59|
| Quiet as a stone.|| 60|
|Ravishments more keen|
Than Hermes pipe.
| Remorseless as an infants bier.|| 62|
| Love doth scathe|
The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses.
| Scud like a wild bird.|| 64|
| More secret than a nest of nightingales.|| 65|
| More serene than Cordelias countenance.|| 66|
| Tremulous shake,|
As in a palsied Druids harp unstrung.
| Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel.|| 68|
|We rest in silence, like two gems upcurld|
In the recesses of a pearly shell.
| Silent as a consecrated urn.|| 70|
| Silent as a tomb.|| 71|
|Een like the passage of an angels tear|
That falls through the clear ether silently.
| Sleeker than Night-swollen mushrooms.|| 73|
|Sail, slowly as an icy isle|
Upon a calm sea drifting.
|Faint-smiling like a star|
Through autumn mists.
|More softly than the east could blow|
Arions magic to the Atlantic isles.
|More soothing than the pretty hummer|
That stays one moment in an open flower
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower.
| Sprinkled with stars, like Ariadnes tiar.|| 78|
| Steadfast as a principle.|| 79|
| Stern as Plutos sceptre.|| 80|
| Dead-still as a marble man.|| 81|
| Striped like a zebra.|| 82|
| More suddenly than doth a moment go.|| 83|
| Sweet as a muskrose upon new-made hay.|| 84|
| Sweet as blue heavens oer enchanted isles.|| 85|
| Sweet as love.|| 86|
|Sweeter than the rill|
To its old channel.
| Swift as a fathoming plummet down he fell.|| 88|
| Swiftly as a bright Phbean dart.|| 89|
|Delicious symphonies, like airy flowers,|
Budded and swelld, and, full-blown, shed full showers
Of light, soft, unseen leaves of sounds divine.
| Thoughtless as a lark.|| 91|
| Towers like an ocean-cliff.|| 92|
| More tranquil than a musk-rose blowing in a green island.|| 93|
| Trembling like an aspen-bough.|| 94|
| True as innocence.|| 95|
| Unheeded as a threshold brook.|| 96|
| More unseen|
Than Satan in his exile.
| Vague as solitary dove,|
Nor knew that nests were built.
| Vain as swords|
Against the enchased crocodiles.
|Vexed like a morning eagle, lost and weary,|
And purblind amid foggy midnight wolds.
| Wan as primroses gathered at midnight.|| 101|
Like melodies upon a sandy plain,
Without an echo.
| Warm as a doves nest among summer trees.|| 103|
| Weak as spiders skein.|| 104|
| White as flocks new-shorn.|| 105|
| Whiter than a star.|| 106|
My life away like a vast sponge of fate.
| Wise as an owl.|| 108|
| Withers, like a palm|
Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm.
| Yielded like the mist|
Which eagles cleave, upmounting from their nests.