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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Aubrey De Vere
Black as if lightning-scarred or curst of God.Blind as the blindworm.Waters blue as violet banks.Bright as Apollo’s breastplate.Bright as May-day’s morn.Bright as the pastures of the sun.Shone as bright as sea-foam sparkling on a moonlit night.Like shallow ice-films ’neath a courser’s hoof, burst.Cold as the clod.Countless as the stars that roof our night.Dark and cold, like a benighted hemisphere.Dark as a fiend.Dolorous, like some starved shape that cowers in charnel crypt.Dropped as dead.Her eyes grew bright and large,
Like springs rain-fed that dilate their marge.Her eyes, like stars in midnight waters glossed.Flushed … like a rose.Happy as Spirits cleansed.Hissed like a forked serpent.Murmured like a whispering priest.Murmur like the gales of spring.Voices musical as birds or brooks.Pure … like aureole round the forehead of a saint.Quivers like the tail of swine gladdened by a corn feast.Like the mother of some victor chief rejoices.Remote, like echoed voice of one the tombs among.Roared like breakers in the night.Shine out like the spine of a frosty hill in the wintry sun.Shine out like flowering meads in spring.Shunned like base praise and hireling’s mart.Silent as a saint.Steadfast, as the throne of God.Sweet as some immeasurable rose, expanding leaf on leaf.Swift as dead leaves by tempest borne.Throbbed like some branch against some river swift.Towering, like the keel-compelling sail that takes the topmost tempest.Trembling like a bridal veil.Unbounded, like infinity.Veiled like noontide stars.Voice, as pure and sweet as if from heaven.Wailing like a midnight wind.Warm as mead by May breezes fanned.White as an infant’s spirit.Wild as the lightning.Wild as the waves.