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

Richard Monckton Milnes

His eyes … deep sunk beneath his lowering brows,
Like caverns by a moonlit sea.

Fair as flame.

Flee like a shamed child.

Fresh as April when the breezes blow.

Ghosts, like the ladies, never speak till they are spoke to.

Monotonous as the sea.

Mournful as the dead below.

He shrinks, as from a viewless blow.

Still as an island stood our ship.

A secret sweet as songs of dawn
That linnets sing when mists are gone.

Thin as a brief forgotten dream.

Great thoughts, great feelings come to them, like instincts, unawares.