Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Rush (Verb)
Rushes … like a tempest-troubled brook.
—Anonymous
As the billows fling shells on the shore,
As the sun pours light o’er the sea,
As the lark scatters song evermore,
So rushes my love to thee.
—Anonymous
Rushed as a storm.
—John Armstrong
Rush, like a rocket tearing up the sky.
—Philip James Bailey
Rush … open-mouthed, like a crow at a walnut.
—Honoré de Balzac
The blood rushed like a burning torrent through his veins.
—Honoré de Balzac
Armies rush’d like warring mighty seas.
—William Blake
Like an unruly deluge, rushed on.
—William Broome
Rush
Like clans from their hills at the voice of the battle.
—J. J. Callahan
Two souls, like two dew-drops, rushed into one.
—Thomas Carlyle
Rush like rain.
—Ferdinand Freiligrath
Rush, like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Rush like a fiery torrent.
—Homer
Rushed like fairies.
—Homer
Rushed like a torrid hurricane.
—Thomas Hood
Rushed upon us like a lava torrent.
—Sigmund Krasinski
Rush like gudgeons to the bait.
—Robert Lloyd
Rushed like a man insane.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Rushed as a wind that is keen and cold and relentless.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Like prisoners from the dungeon’s gloom,
Like birds escaping from the snare,
Like schoolboys at the hour of play,
All left at once the pent-up room,
And rushed into the open air.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Rushes like a boar against the shouting chase.
—Thomas Babington Macaulay
Rushed out upon the wayfarers like ambushed bandits.
—George Meredith
Rushed in as rush the waters through a cave
That tunnels half a sea-girt lonely rock.
—William Morris
Rushed like the hot blood in the veins of a fever-stricken child.
—Sydney Munden
As rusheth a foamy stream from the dark shady steep of Cromla when thunder is rolling above, and dark brown night rests on the hill; so fierce, so vast, so terrible, rush forward, the sons of Erin.
—Ossian
Rushing like a flood.
—Edward Hayes Plumptre
Rush … like ravenous wolves in night’s dark cloud, driven abroad by the blind rage of lawless hunger.
—Virgil