Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Feet
Her pretty feet like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
—Robert Herrick
To make the tale of her charms complete,
They [her hands] were matched by the shape of her exquisite feet,
Feet so light no maid might show,
So perfectly fashioned from heel to toe,
If on the eye of a lover she stepped,
Her foot would float on the tear he wept.
—J
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Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
—Sir John Suckling
A baby’s feet, like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angel’s lips to kiss, we think,
A baby’s feet.
Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat
They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne