Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Stir
Stirs the blood like trumpet-blast.
—William Archer
Stirr’d, like a clarion-blast.
—Matthew Arnold
Stirred her soul like organ music.
—Honoré de Balzac
Stirring like the sight of glorious triumph.
—Joseph Conrad
Stir as with hope and bliss.
—Mrs. E. M. H. Cortissoz
Stir like tide-worn sea-weed.
—Fannie Stearns Davis
That dream is in my heart, stirring, like spring within the unconscious earth setting the unborn summer in array.
—Frederick William Faber
Stirs one like a martial tune.
—Richard Le Gallienne
Stirring as music.
—James H. Gardiner
Stirred like drifted snows.
—Thomas G. Hake
Stirred … as the dive of a kingfisher stirs a quiet pool.
—Thomas Hardy
Divinely stirred,
As if the vanished soul of Keats,
Had found its new birth in a bird.
—Paul Hamilton Hayne
Stirred as tempest stirs the forest branches.
—Thomas Hood
Stirred, like insects settled on a dancing leaf.
—Thomas Hood
Stir like the hail of musketry in fight.
—Sigmund Krasinski
Love’s sweet mystery stirring at their hearts, like first spring motions in the veins o’ the flowers.
—Gerald Massey
My heart is stirred,
Like childhood’s when it hears the carol of a bird.
—Robert Nicoll
Stirred him up like the tap of a drum.
—James Whitcomb Riley
Stirred like springtide waters.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
And with such song the hollow ways were stirred
As of a god’s heart hidden in a bird,
Or as the whole soul of the sun in spring
Should find full utterance in one flower-soft word.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Stirs my spirits like a raging sea.
—Charles Wells
Stirs, like the trumpet’s call to strife.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Stirr’d like the ocean when a tempest blows.
—William Wilkie