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

Soft

Soft as the satin fringe that shades the eyelids of thy fragrant maids.
—Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Soft as the broken solar beam,
That trembles in the solar stream.
—Anacreon

Soft as misted star.
—Mary Louisa Anderson

Soft and creamy as a charlotte russe.
—Anonymous

Soft and supple as lady’s glove.
—Anonymous

Soft as a Dartmoor bog.
—Anonymous

Soft as a flute.
—Anonymous

Soft as a government job.
—Anonymous

Soft as a jelly fish.
—Anonymous

Soft as a shadow.
—Anonymous

Soft as foot can fall.
—Anonymous

Soft as marshmallows.
—Anonymous

Soft as mush.
—Anonymous

Soft as pudding.
—Anonymous

Soft as sad music.
—Anonymous

Soft as showers that fall on April meads.
—Anonymous

Soft as soap.
—Anonymous

Soft as the evening wind murmuring among willows.
—Anonymous

Soft as the hands of indolence.
—Anonymous

Soft as the murmurs of a virgin’s sigh.
—Anonymous

Delicately soft as the sand that has been trod on by dainty seraphs.
—Anonymous

Soft as the snow on the sea.
—Anonymous

Soft as zephyr of a summer sky.
—Anonymous

Softly as a milk tooth leaving a baby’s gum.
—Anonymous

Softly as on ice that will scarcely bear.
—Anonymous

Softly … like the footfalls of departed spirits.
—Anonymous

Soft as silk in her touch.
—Arabian Nights

Soft as threaded pearls.
—Arabian Nights

Softer than zephyr’s wing.
—Arabian Nights

Soft as the breath of even.
—Harriet Auber

Thy sweet words drop upon the ear as soft as rose leaves on a wall.
—Philip James Bailey

Softly sublime like lightnings in repose.
—Philip James Bailey

Soft as the sunlight.
—William Cox Bennett

Softly like a stream of oil.
—William Browne

Soft voice as a laughing dream.
—R. D. Blackmore

Soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers.
—R. D. Blackmore

Soft as the dew on flowers of spring,
Sweet as the hidden drops that swell their honey-throated chalicing.
—Robert Bridges (English)

Soft as Muses’ string.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Soft as a mother’s kiss.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Soft as a silent hush.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Softly, as the last repenting drops
Of a thunder-shower.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Soft as a sofa.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Soft as wool.
—Robert Burton

Soft as the murmurs of a virgin’s sigh.
—William Byrd

Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the gentler breathing of the lute.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the houri strings his long entrancing note.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the melody of youthful days.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the memory of buried love.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the unfledged birdling when at rest.
—Lord Byron

Soft as the eyes of a girl.
—Wilfred Campbell

Soft as a bed of roses blown.
—Thomas Carew

Soft as duffel.
—Thomas Carlyle

Soft as sunset.
—Thomas Carlyle

Soft as snow that falls on snow.
—Alice Cary

Soft as a bank of moss.
—Robert Cawdray (A Treasurie or Store-house of Similies, 1600)

Soft as love.
—James Cawthorn

Soft as silence.
—William Ellery Channing

Soft as the breath of morn in bloom of spring.
—Thomas Chatterton

Soft as the cooing of the turtle dove.
—Thomas Chatterton

Soft as the moss where hissing adders dwell.
—Thomas Chatterton

Softe as the sommer flowrets.
—Thomas Chatterton

As soft as honey-dew.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Soft as the passing wind.
—William Cowper

Soft as the breath of a sleeper.
—Isa Craig

Soft, his accents fill, like voices of departed friends heard in our dreams, or music in the air, when night-spirits warble their magic minstrelsy.
—Richard Cumberland

Soft as pity.
—George Darley

Soft as the murmurs of a weeping spring.
—Sir William Davenant

As soft and sleek as girlish cheek.
—Austin Dobson

Soft as a baby’s breath.
—Julia C. R. Dorr

Soft as spirit’s sigh.
—Julia C. R. Dorr

Soft as summer.
—Ernest Dowson

Soft as prayer.
—Ernest Dowson

Skin as soft as Naples silk.
—Michael Drayton

Soft as Lempster wool.
—Michael Drayton

Soft and caressing as a melody.
—Alexandre Dumas, père

Soft as a whisper.
—George Du Maurier

Soft … like a whispered dream of sleeping music.
—George Eliot

Soft as pattering drops that fall from off the eaves in fancy dance when clouds are breaking.
—George Eliot

Soft and fluid as a cloud on the air.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Soft as the songs of some shy hidden bird
From the low fields of woodlands nightly heard.
—Frederick William Faber

Soft as the voice of summer’s evening gale.
—William Falconer

Soft as love.
—William Falconer

Soft as the breath of distant flutes at hours
When silent evening closes up the flowers.
—John Gay

Soft as when Venus stroked the beard of Jove.
—John Gay

Soft as the stringed harp’s moan.
—Gerald Griffin

Soft as is the falling thistle downe.
—Joseph Hall

Cheeks, soft as September’s rose
Blushing but faintly on its faltering stem.
—Paul Hamilton Hayne

Soft as silkworms.
—Stephen Hawes

Soft as the whisper shut within a shell.
—William Ernest Henley

Soft as jelly.
—Thomas Heywood

Soft as sleep.
—Hesiod

Soft as pity, and as blest.
—Aaron Hill

Soft as upper air.
—Aaron Hill

Soft as rain.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

As soft as swan’s down.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Soft as the moonbeams when they sought Endymion’s fragrant bower.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Soft as a flute.
—Thomas Hood

Soft as flowers.
—Thomas Hood

Sounds upon the air most soothing soft,
Like humming bees busy about the brooms.
—Thomas Hood

Soft as a dream of beauty.
—Richard Hovey

Soft as the division in the wool of a sheep.
—Victor Hugo

Soft as love’s first word.
—Jean Ingelow

Soft … as cob-webs.
—Ben Jonson

Soft as cream.
—Jean Ingelow

Soft as Memnon’s harp at morning.
—John Keble

Soft as imprison’d martyr’s deathbed calm.
—John Keble

Soft as the face of maid.
—Frederic L. Knowles

Soft as a dying violet-breath.
—Sidney Lanier

Soft and still, like birds half hidden in a nest.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Soft as velvet.
—John Lydgate

Soft as silke.
—John Lyly

Soft as the swan-down where Summer sleeps.
—George Mac-Henry

Soft as the sighings of the gale, that wakes the flowery year.
—David Mallet

Soft as dew-drops when they settle
In a fair flower’s open petal.
—Philip B. Marston

Soft as light-fall on unfolding flowers.
—Gerald Massey

Soft and thick as a feather bed.
—Guy de Maupassant

Soft as a kiss.
—Joaquin Miller

Soft as moonlight.
—Mary Russell Mitford

Soft as evening o’er the ocean,
When she charms the waves to rest.
—James Montgomery

Soft as in moments of bliss long ago.
—Thomas Moore

Soft as lightning in May.
—Thomas Moore

Soft as the back of a swan.
—Thomas Nash

Soft as angels.
—Thomas Otway

Soft as a baby’s cheek.
—Thomas Nelson Page

Soft as twin-violets moist with early dew.
—Andrew Park

Her voice … soft as Zephyr sighs on morning lily’s cheek.
—Robert Pollok

Soft as yielding air.
—Matthew Prior

Soft as a pillow.
—William B. Rands

Soft as angels’ wings.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Soft as a sunny shadow
When day is almost done.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti

Soft as music’s measure.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti

Soft as spring.
—Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Soft as the gleam after sunset
That hangs like a halo of grace
Where the daylight had died in the valley.
—A. J. Ryan

Soft as air.
—William Shakespeare

Soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
—William Shakespeare

Soft as the dove’s down.
—William Shakespeare

Soft as the parasite’s silk.
—William Shakespeare

Soft as young down.
—William Shakespeare

Soft as an Incarnation of the Sun.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Soft as sleep.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Soft as the thoughts of budding love.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Softer than the West wind’s sigh.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Soft as the wild duck’s tender young, that floats on Avon’s tide.
—William Shenstone

Soft as a spirit prayer.
—Seba Smith

Soft as a man with a dead child speaks.
—Carl Stanburg

Whispering soft, like the last low accents of an expiring saint.
—Laurence Sterne

Soft like the waxe, each image shall receive.
—Earl of Stirling

Soft as pap.
—Jonathan Swift

Softer than the dawn.
—Jonathan Swift

Soft and listless as the slumber-stricken air.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as a low long sigh.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as lip is soft to lip.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as at noon the slow sea’s rise and fall.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft … as desire that prevails and fades.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as fire in dew.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as hate speaks within itself apart.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as heaven the stream that girdles hell.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as lips that laugh.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as o’er her babe the smile of Mary.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as a weak wind blows.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as sleep sings in a tired man’s ear.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as snow lights on her snow-soft flesh.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as swan’s plumes are.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Borne soft as the babe from the bearing-bed.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft …
As the clouds and beams of night.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as the least wave’s lapse in a still small reach.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft as the loosening of wound arms in sleep.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Soft
As thoughts of beauty sleeping.
—Arthur Symons

Soft, as Heaven’s angelic messenger might touch the lips of prayer, and make them blest.
—Bayard Taylor

Soft as lonely maiden’s thoughts on him she loves.
—Esaias Tegner

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
—Alfred Tennyson

Softer than oil.
—Old Testament

Soft as satin.
—William Makepeace Thackeray

Soft as a sleeping cat.
—Theocritus

Soft as the nightingale’s harmonious woe,
In dewy even-tide, when cowslips drop
Their sleepy heads, and languish in the breeze.
—William Thomson

Soft as the blowbell.
—Thomas Tickell

Soft, like summer night.
—Mark Twain

Soft as a peacock steps.
—Fazio degli Uberti

The air as soft as lovers’ jest.
—Emanuel Von Giebel

Soft as summer breeze.
—Samuel Ward

Soft as the wind of spring-tide in the trees.
—Rosamund Marriott Watson

Soft as fall of thistle-down.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Soft as the flow of an infant’s breath.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Soft as the landscape of a dream.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Soft as a lady’s hand.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Soft as a cloud.
—William Wordsworth