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Rushes
like a tempest-troubled brook. Anonymous | 1 |
As the billows fling shells on the shore, As the sun pours light oer the sea, As the lark scatters song evermore, So rushes my love to thee. Anonymous | 2 |
Rushed as a storm. John Armstrong | 3 |
Rush, like a rocket tearing up the sky. Philip James Bailey | 4 |
Rush
open-mouthed, like a crow at a walnut. Honoré de Balzac | 5 |
The blood rushed like a burning torrent through his veins. Honoré de Balzac | 6 |
Armies rushd like warring mighty seas. William Blake | 7 |
Like an unruly deluge, rushed on. William Broome | 8 |
Rush Like clans from their hills at the voice of the battle. J. J. Callahan | 9 |
Two souls, like two dew-drops, rushed into one. Thomas Carlyle | 10 |
Rush like rain. Ferdinand Freiligrath | 11 |
Rush, like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | 12 |
Rush like a fiery torrent. Homer | 13 |
Rushed like fairies. Homer | 14 |
Rushed like a torrid hurricane. Thomas Hood | 15 |
Rushed upon us like a lava torrent. Sigmund Krasinski | 16 |
Rush like gudgeons to the bait. Robert Lloyd | 17 |
Rushed like a man insane. Henry W. Longfellow | 18 |
Rushed as a wind that is keen and cold and relentless. Henry W. Longfellow | 19 |
Like prisoners from the dungeons 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 | 20 |
Rushes like a boar against the shouting chase. Thomas Babington Macaulay | 21 |
Rushed out upon the wayfarers like ambushed bandits. George Meredith | 22 |
Rushed in as rush the waters through a cave That tunnels half a sea-girt lonely rock. William Morris | 23 |
Rushed like the hot blood in the veins of a fever-stricken child. Sydney Munden | 24 |
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 | 25 |
Rushing like a flood. Edward Hayes Plumptre | 26 |
Rush
like ravenous wolves in nights dark cloud, driven abroad by the blind rage of lawless hunger. Virgil | 27 |
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