|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| Glide like a gentle stream.|
| Glided like a flame of wind-blown fire.|
| Glide like a fallen leaf.|
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
| Glide away|
Like a ghost at break of day.
| Glide like happiness away.|
like naked demons flitting among the clouds.|
James Fenimore Cooper
On smoothly, as a river floweth by,
Or as on stately pinion, through the gray
Evening, the culver cuts his liquid way.
| Glide like the flitting arrow.|
As thought through spirits sanctified.
Paul Hamilton Hayne
|Like phantoms painted on the magic slide,|
Forth from the darkness of the past we glide,
As living shadows for a moment seen
In airy pageant on the eternal screen.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
| Let my soft minutes glide securely on, like subterraneous streams, unheard, unknown.|
| Glide over her mind as water over a glass.|
| Glide to and fro like ghosts of buried centuries.|
Edgar Allan Poe
|Like shuttles through the loom, so swiftly glide|
My featherd hours.
| Gliding like a vision oer the ground.|
| Glided like a dream.|
|Gliding like morning mist|
Enkindled by the sun.