Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Gleam
Gleams like a naked sword.
—Anonymous
Gleamed like fireflies.
—Anonymous
Gleamed like gold from the evening rays.
—Anonymous
Gleam like sunny heavens.
—Anonymous
Gleaming like the chamomile.
—Arabian Nights
Gleamed as the lightning glitters against the murky night.
—Edwin Arnold
Gleamed like a praying-carpet at the foot of those divinest altars.
—Edwin Arnold
Gleam like glass.
—Philip James Bailey
Gleaming like the white moonlight.
—Philip James Bailey
Gleaming like a flash of lightning.
—Honoré de Balzac
Gleamed upon the water like a bride at her looking-glass.
—R. D. Blackmore
Gleamed like star-motes in the milky-way.
—Mathilde Blind
Gleameth like a seraph sword.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Glare
Like gates of hell.
—Robert Browning
Gleamed like Saint Sophia’s dome when all the faithful troop to morning prayer.
—Robert Browning
Gleam … like the phosphor of the foam upon the shore.
—Robert Buchanan
Gleams, like a seraph from the sky descending.
—Lord Byron
Gleams like flint.
—Madison Cawein
Gleam
Like the bright rainbow on an evening stream.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Golden gleams,
Like the bright miracles we see in dreams.
—Julia C. R. Dorr
Gleaming like shot silk in the sunshine.
—Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Gleamed like the flocks of cloudlets bright in sunny air at morn.
—Frederick William Faber
Gleamed … like sapphires in the mid-day hours.
—Paul Ferroll
Gleamed as funeral lamps in a sepulchral chamber.
—Gustave Flaubert
The sand … gleamed like mica dust.
—Théphile Gautier
Gleamed … like a star beam, one star beam of some high predominant star.
—Arthur Henry Hallam
Gleamed and shone, like a splinter of daylight downward thrown.
—William Wallace Harney
Gleams, like to the angel’s sword.
—Charles Harpur
Gleams like an angel-market.
—William Ernest Henley
Gleams like a diamond on a dancing girl.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Gleam like gold.
—Philander Chase Johnson
Gleaming like rose-hued pearls below the wave.
—Frances Anne Kemble
Gleam like pale wells of precious malachite.
—Frances Anne Kemble
Gleams like a dream in his face.
—Henry. C. Kendall
Gleam like the golden flash of a moon-lit stream.
—Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Gleams like the taper in the blaze of day.
—Robert Lloyd
Like a river, frozen and star-lit, gleamed his coat of mail.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Gleamed like a grate of brass.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Gleamed on the hillside like a patch of snow.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Gleam, like midnight’s boreal dances.
—James Russell Lowell
Gleamed like moonshine on wet sands.
—George MacDonald
Gleam, like drifted gold in summer’s cloudless beam.
—James Montgomery
Gleam’d, like the meteors of a northern sky.
—James Montgomery
Gleam like the pearls that sprinkle
A virgin’s golden hair.
—Nanakkash
Gleamed like the young moon’s crescent.
—Pilpay
Gleam, like a glow-worm in the night.
—T. Buchanan Read
Gleams like a rising harvest moon.
—T. Buchanan Read
Gleams like the galleon rare of an Argonaut’s dreams.
—James Whitcomb Riley
Gleams like a beacon from afar.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti
Gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Gleam like the white effigies on tombs in dim cathedrals.
—Alexander Smith
Lurid gleam, like the reflection of a sulphur fire.
—Robert Southey
Gleams as a ghost’s glory in dreams.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gleam broad as the brows of the billows that brighten the storm with their crests.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gleam like a cloud the westering sun stains red
Till all the blood of day’s blithe heart be bled
And all night’s heart requickened.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gleams like spring’s green bloom on boughs all gaunt and gnarry.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gleam
Like the green heights of sunset heaven.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Gleam like a brooklet, whose bed is all unshaded.
—Carmen Sylva
Gleam like sea-mists o’er the plain.
—Bayard Taylor
Gleamed like fancy made of golden air.
—Alfred Tennyson
Gleam like the rosy east.
—William Thomson
Gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun, or like the pearly inside of a shell.
—Henry D. Thoreau
Gleaming like a sea.
—Virgil
Gleams like an angry lion’s eye.
—Oscar Wilde