Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Pure
Pure as a Madonna.
—Anonymous
Pure as a plaster cast mummy with cement toes.
—Anonymous
Pure as a virgin’s kiss.
—Anonymous
Pure as crystal.
—Anonymous
Pure as Heaven’s snowy flake.
—Anonymous
Like infant’s slumbers, pure and light.
—Anonymous
Pure as love’s heart is.
—Anonymous
Pure as Memphian skies that never knew a storm.
—Anonymous
Pure as mountain dew.
—Anonymous
Pure as purest crystallization.
—Anonymous
Pure as the blush of maiden modesty.
—Anonymous
Pure as the dream of a child just descended from the heavens.
—Anonymous
Pure as the lily.
—Anonymous
Pure as the saints above.
—Anonymous
Pure as the pines.
—Anonymous
Pure as the unsullied wing of a bird.
—Anonymous
Pure and pointed as a star.
—Philip James Bailey
Pure as the dead.
—Philip James Bailey
Pure as the black of the eye.
—Philip James Bailey
As pure as the flame that burns upon an altar.
—Honoré de Balzac
Pure as the breth of a white male infant.
—Josh Billings
Pure az the utterances ov angells.
—Josh Billings
Pure as the dawn of Heaven’s unclouded day.
—Thomas Blacklock
Pure as the silver from the crucible.
—Robert Blair
As pure and glad as he whom first God in Eden placed.
—Robert Bridges (English)
Pure as the expanse of Heaven.
—Henry Brooke
Pure as blossoms, which are newly blowne.
—William Browne
Pure as the grapes in wine.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Pure as chalk.
—Robert Browning
Pure as the Arctic fox that suits the snow.
—Robert Browning
Pure as buds before they blow.
—Michael Bruce
Pure as the sky.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Pure as Psyche ere she grew a wife.
—Lord Byron
Pure as the prayer which
Childhood wafts above.
—Lord Byron
Pure as the first blush of day.
—Pedro Calderón de la Barca
As pure as gold yfined.
—Geoffrey Chaucer
Pure as the babe.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pure as a Saint’s adoring sigh.
—George Darley
Pure as fire.
—Thomas Dekker
Pure … like aureole round the forehead of a saint.
—Aubrey De Vere
Pure as the stars in yon blue sky.
—Dr. John Doran
Pure as the breath of the fragrant pine.
—Julia C. R. Dorr
Pure as the angel forms above.
—Joseph Rodman Drake
Pure as winter snow.
—Francis A. Fahy
Pure as unwritten papers.
—John Ford
Pure as consecrated water.
—Théphile Gautier
Pure as the summer sun of Southern heaven.
—Sir William Schwenk Gilbert
Like Diana pure.
—Richard Glover
Pure like the heart of water,
You are pure like the core of earth.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Pure as smooth-carven marble.
—Ian Hamilton
Pure as the virgin who first led Agrippa.
—Nathaniel Hawthorne
Pure as infant’s brow.
—Paul Hamilton Hayne
Pure as the Hindoo’s votive lamp
On Ganges’ sacred tide.
—Mary E. Hewitt
Pure as the dew that filters through the rose.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Pure as the quarry’s whitest block.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Pure as starlight shall their deeds of daring glow.
—William Dean Howells
Pure as a burning ember.
—Victor Hugo
Pure as spirits.
—Victor Hugo
Pure as the thoughts of infant innocence.
—Dr. Samuel Johnson
Pure as ice-drop that froze on the mountain.
—John Keats
As pure from sin and stain, as his when Eden held his virgin heart.
—John Keble
Pure as the light of day.
—Kingsbury
Pure as purest vestal virgin.
—Sigmund Krasinski
Pure as buds before they blow.
—John Logan
Pure, as the charities of the skies.
—John Logan
Pure as the kiss that waked Endymion.
—George Mac-Henry
Pure as the white stars sweeping through the sky.
—Mahabharata
Pure as the wild white rain.
—Edwin Markham
Pure as the first opening of the blooms in May.
—John Marston
She is as pure, as good, and as beautiful as an angel.
—Guy de Maupassant
As pure as April’s snowdrops are.
—Owen Meredith
Pure as the snow-rob’d angel that guards the holy altar.
—William J. Mickle
Pure as sanctity’s best shrine.
—Thomas Middleton
Pure as the white clouds,
That sail around the moon.
—Mary Russell Mitford
Pure as a wreath of snow on April flowers.
—James Montgomery
Pure as angel thoughts.
—Thomas Moore
Pure as the young moon’s coronet.
—Thomas Moore
Pure as bright Aurora’s ray.
—George P. Morris
Pure as any maid.
—Lewis Morris
Pure as the pure in heart that shall see God.
—Dinah Maria Mulock
Pure as Cato’s daughter.
—Thomas Otway
Pure as the sunbeams gild the placid deep,
When zephyrs close their wings in listless sleep.
—Andrew Park
Pure as a bride’s blush.
—Coventry Patmore
Pure as the permeating fires
That smoulder in the opal’s veins.
—Coventry Patmore
Pure as the wishes breathed in prayer.
—Edgar Allan Poe
Pure as the summer skies.
—Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Pure and chaste as the falling snow.
—T. Buchanan Read
Pure as any gowan [daisy].
—H. Riddell
As pure and clear as the cherry-blossoms blow in the land of Thus-and-So.
—James Whitcomb Riley
Pure as a joyous prayer.
—James Whitcomb Riley
Pure as the dove.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti
Pure as virgin purity.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti
As pure as a mountain spring.
—John Ruskin
Pure as thoughts that thrill a saint.
—A. J. Ryan
Pure as grace.
—William Shakespeare
Pure as sin with baptism.
—William Shakespeare
Pure as speechless infancy.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pure as an infant’s thoughts.
—Robert Southey
Pure and painless as a virgin’s dreams.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as at the daydawn of the world.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as faith.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as Eden’s dew.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Desire pure as babe’s that nestles toward the breast.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as fire or flowers or snows.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as heaven.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as love’s heart is.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as one purged of pain that passion bore.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as the dawn and the dew.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as the depth of pain.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as the wind and the sun.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as truth.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Pure as morns of Paradise.
—Bayard Taylor
Purer than snow.
—Old Testament
Pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
—Old Testament
Pure as the breath of dawn.
—Celia Thaxter
Pure,
As is the lily or the mountain snow.
—James Thomson
Pure as the snowy leaves that fold
Over the flower’s heart of gold.
—Henry Van Dyke
Pure as melting dew.
—Garcilaso de la Vega
Pure as the snowflake ere it falls and takes the stain of earth.
—Alaric A. Watts
Pure as Angel-worship.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Pure as the mountains of perpetual snow.
—William Winter
Pure as nature is.
—William Wordsworth