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Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  1916.
  Gone as a gone goose.
  Gone as a shadow goes.
            —R. D. Blackmore
  Gone as evanescent cloudlands.
            —Mathilde Blind
Gone, like traces on the deep,
Like a spectre grasp’d in sleep,
Dews inhal’d from morning glades,
Melting snows, and gliding shades.
            —Henry Brooke
  Quite gone … like a lost star.
            —Robert Browning
  Gone … like ice on a June day.
            —Thomas Carlyle
  Gone into their snares like a thread into a needle.
            —Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  Gone, like a vapor which the potent morn kills, and in killing glorifies.
            —David Gray
Gone like the bubble that bursts in the sun;
Gone like the grain when the reaper is done;
Gone like the dew on the fresh morning grass;
Gone without parting farewell; and alas!
Gone with a flavor of hydrogen gas!
            —Bret Harte
Gone like the locust band, when whirlwinds bear
Their flimsy legions through the waste of air.
            —Reginald Heber
  Gone, like smoke dissolved in air.
            —Aaron Hill
Gone, like the tenants that quit without warning,
Down the back entry of time.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  Gone, like the spray.
            —Charles Kingsley
  Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
            —George Linley
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the river,
As the mist from off the meadow.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  Gane, like the flowers o’ spring awa’, or like a vision perished.
            —Alexander McLaughlan
                Seen no more,
Gone, like the wind that raised the wave,
The spent wave on the shore.
            —George Meredith
  Gone like a meteor.
            —Thomas Moore
  Gone, like the thoughts that once were ours.
            —Thomas Moore
  Gone like all things else that men set life upon.
            —F. W. H. Myers
  To-day we are here, to-morrow gone, like the shadow that vanisheth, like the grass that withereth, or like the flower that fadeth; or indeed like anything, or rather like nothing.
            —Thomas Otway
  Gone, as an angel’s wing through an opening cloud is seen, and then withdrawn.
            —John Pierpont
  Gone as soon as a grain of corn thrown to an ant.
  Gone as an unreturning river.
            —Christina Georgina Rossetti
Like the dew on the mountain,
  Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
  Thou art gone, and forever.
            —Sir Walter Scott
  Gone like the bloom upon the heather.
            —J. B. Selkirk
  Gone, as they never had been.
            —Bayard Taylor
  Gone like shadow when it declineth.
            —Old Testament
Your early splendor’s gone
Like stars into a cloud withdrawn—
Like music laid asleep
In dried up fountains.
            —William Wallace
  Gone, like the summer lightning’s gleam.
            —Frank Waters
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  The red man has gone like the mist on the air.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  Gone as a cloud faded into the sky.
            —William Butler Yeats

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