Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.

George MacDonald

Burns like hate.

Burn within me like an evil fire.

Calm as the calm that follows duty.

Capricious, like the thinkings of a child.

Difficulty adds to result, as the ramming of powder sends the bullet the further.

Her face was like the earthen pitcher of Gideon: it concealed the light.

Afar as angels or the sainted dead.

Gentle, loving, kind
Like Mary singing to her mangered child.

Gleamed like moonshine on wet sands.

Hopeful as Prometheus.

Peaceful as summer woods.

Red as if he were going to choke.

Nose had got as red with passion as the protuberance of a turkey-cock when gobbling out its unutterable feelings of disdain.

He was as restless as a wild beast in a cage.

A half smile, like the moonlight of laughter, dawned on her face.

Still as the moonlight.

Sudden as Aphrodite from the sea.

Swaying like wind-swung bell.

Thoughts, common as clay, and the trodden earth.