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

Theodore Watts-Dunton

Ashamed, like a guilty thing.

Clear as diamonds.

Eyes, dark and mysterious as Night’s; but, like Night’s own eyes, ready, I thought, to call up the throbbing fires of a million stars.

Eyes flashing like sapphires.

Eyes like English skies, where seemed to play
Deep azure dreams behind the tender grey.

Wild wordless melodies of love like murmur of dreaming brooks in Paradise.

Red as the reddest ruby.

Safe as hunted wolf within his lair.

Shine like fairy flags unfurled.

Still as an image of a boy in stone.

Translucent, like a virgin’s veil.

Trembling like a storm-struck tree.

Trembles like a tender spark.

Unconsciously as water drops over a coral reef in a tropical sea alive with the eyes of a thousand sharks.

White as Carrara marble.