Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Sweet
Sweet as odorous white lilies are.
—Oscar Fay Adams
Sweet as new-blown rose.
—Thomas Adams
Sweet as fresh fount to thirsty wanderer.
—Æschylus
Sweet as a girl graduate.
—Anonymous
Sweet as a nut.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the infant spring.
—Anonymous
Sweet as a rose.
—Anonymous
Sweet and wholesome as a sprig of mignonette.
—Anonymous
Sweet as a sugar plum.
—Anonymous
Sweet as a vial of rose oil.
—Anonymous
Kiss as sweet,
As cool fresh stream to bruised and weary feet.
—Anonymous
Sweet as honey bee.
—Anonymous
Sweet as honeysuckle.
—Anonymous
Sweet as lilies in May.
—Anonymous
As sweet as spring’s first song heard in the grove’s retreat.
—Anonymous
Sweet as sugar.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the cup of Circe.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the harmonies of Spring.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the liquid notes of a plover.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the notes of a fountain.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the perfume of roses.
—Anonymous
Faintly sweet as the reapers hear a lark afar in the sky.
—Anonymous
Sweet as the solemn sounds of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps.
—Anonymous
Sweet as unblown hawthorn buds.
—Anonymous
Sweet as maidens deckt and dight.
—Arabian Nights
Sweet as that which is forbidden.
—Arabic
Sweet as the last smile of sunset.
—Edwin Arnold
Sweeter than the comb its sweetness.
—Edwin Arnold
Sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from the budding lotus-flower.
—George Arnold
Sweet and calm as is a sister’s kiss.
—Philip James Bailey
Sweete as the infant spring.
—Scottish Ballad
Sweet as the joy which sorrow hushes.
—Honoré de Balzac
Sweet as new wine.
—John Baret
Sweet
As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams.
—Francis Beaumont
Sweet as applause to the actor.
—Beaumont and Fletcher
As sweet as April.
—Beaumont and Fletcher
Sweet as the Spring.
—Beaumont and Fletcher
Sweet as the moonlight sleeping on the hills.
—Sir William S. Bennett
Sweet as the light of the stars.
—Robert Hugh Benson
Sweet as the look of a lover saluting the eyes of a maid.
—Ambrose Bierce
Sweet as odour of the upland thyme.
—Mathilde Blind
As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
As sweet as window-eglantine.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sweet, as when winter storms have ceased to chide.
—William Cullen Bryant
Sweeter than all perfumes.
—John Bunyan
Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn.
—Robert Burns
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom.
—Robert Burns
Sweet as matrimony.
—Robert Burton
Sounds sweet as if a sister’s voice reproved.
—Lord Byron
Sweet as May.
—Thomas Carew
Sweet as the sundown.
—Bliss Carman
Sweet as the song of the wind in the rippling wheat.
—Madison Cawein
Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods.
—James Cawthorn
Sweet as the voice of thraslarks [Thrushes] in the spring.
—Thomas Chatterton
Sweete as is the brembul-flour
That bereth the rede hepe [Fruit of the dog rose].
—Geoffrey Chaucer
Sweet as pity.
—Hartley Coleridge
Sweet as the whispered breeze of evening.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As sweet as Western wind breathes from the violets’ fragrant beds.
—John Gilbert Cooper
Sweet as the hopes on which starv’d lovers feed.
—Sir William Davenant
Sweet as aerial chimes
Of flower-bells.
—John Davidson
Sweet as sails in summer sky.
—Lord De Tabley
Sweet as some immeasurable rose, expanding leaf on leaf.
—Aubrey De Vere
Sweet as Anadyomene rising from the sea.
—Dr. John Doran
Sweet as are the orchards, when the fruit is hanging ripe.
—Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Serenely sweet as vernal air.
—William Falconer
As sweet as a violet.
—John Ford
Sweet … as the new-mown hay.
—Sir William Schwenk Gilbert
Sweet as the vernal flow’r in early prime.
—Richard Glover
Sweet as the rosy morn in May.
—George Granville
Sweet as a youthful poet’s dream.
—Charles Gray
Sweet as the harps that hung by Babel’s stream.
—Judah HaLevi
Sweet as summer days that die when the months are in the bloom.
—William Wallace Harney
Sweet as tropic winds at night.
—Paul Hamilton Hayne
Sweet as the blossoms of the vine.
—Robert Herrick
Sweet as vestry of the oracles.
—Robert Herrick
Sweet as the sweetest song of bird on summer’s eve.
—D. M. Hervey
As sweet as dewy turf to wayworn feet.
—Emily H. Hickey
Sweet as new-blown breath of opening flow’rs.
—Aaron Hill
Sweet
As a meadow at noon.
—Katherine Tynan Hinkson
Sweet as the breath from an odalisque’s fan.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Sweet as the dawn star.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Sweet as the first snow-drop, which the sunbeams greet.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes
Sweet as honey.
—Homer (Pope)
Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden.
—Nora Hopper
Sweet as the hills.
—Richard Hovey
Sweet as a rosebud crowned with moss.
—Victor Hugo
Sweet as music.
—Victor Hugo
Sweet as the twilight notes of the thrush.
—Helen Hunt Jackson
Sweet as jasmine.
—J
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Sweet as the morning of life.
—Jm
Sweet as drops of balme.
—Ben Jonson
Sweet as a muskrose upon new-made hay.
—John Keats
Sweet as blue heavens o’er enchanted isles.
—John Keats
Sweet as love.
—John Keats
Sweeter than the rill
To its old channel.
—John Keats
Sweet as a cat with syrup in its paws.
—Vaughan Kester
Sweet as mountain honey.
—Charles Kingsley
Sweet as the sigh of the spring gale.
—Letitia Elizabeth Landon
As sweet as a woman’s flashing eye.
—Lays of Ancient India
Sweet … as the sad spirit of the evening breezes.
—Emma Lazarus
Sweet as the sound of bells at evening.
—Richard Le Gallienne
Sweet as a bell in the woods.
—Amy Leslie
Sweet as morning dew upon a rose.
—Thomas Lodge
Sweet as the cadence of a poet’s song.
—John Logan
Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
—Henry W. Longfellow
Sweet as the songs of Sappho.
—Charles B. Loomis
Sweet as heaven’s image in an unrippled lake.
—George W. Lovell
Sweet as over new-born son the croon of new-made mother.
—James Russell Lowell
Sweet as the sweet tooth of a calfe.
—John Lyly
Sweet as the dew-drops of a wild rose.
—Edward Lysaght
Sweet as summer’s showers.
—George Mac-Henry
Sweet as seraph’s bliss.
—Walter Malone
Sweet as first love.
—Gerald Massey
Sweet as first spring violets.
—Gerald Massey
Sweet as Eden.
—George Meredith
Sweet as victory half-revealed.
—George Meredith
A secret sweet as songs of dawn
That linnets sing when mists are gone.
—Richard Monckton Milnes
Sweet as Angel accents.
—James Montgomery
Nothing half so sweet in life as Love’s young dream.
—Thomas Moore
As sweet as the rose-scented zephyr those do meet who near the happy islands of the blest.
—William Morris
Sweet as every-day sunshine.
—John Muir
Sweet, like an angel’s sigh.
—Mary R. Murphy
Sweet as the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountains.
—Thomas Otway
Sweet, like a silver whistle.
—Ouida
Sweet as the morning air.
—Benjamin F. Parker
Sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul.
—Coventry Patmore
Sweet as violet-borders growing over fountains over-flowing.
—Ambrose Philips
As sweet as mown grass in the even.
—Stephen Phillips
Sweet as the melody of swans, that lave their nestling pinions in the silver wave.
—Pratinas
Music sweeter than the sweetest chime of magic bells by fairies set a-swinging.
—T. Buchanan Read
Sweet as blossoms after rain.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese
Sweet as the dew’s lip to the rose’s.
—James Whitcomb Riley
As sweet as the life of the lily.
—James Whitcomb Riley
As sweet as the soul of a babe.
—James Whitcomb Riley
Sweet as smiles to the lips that are pale.
—A. J. Ryan
Sweet as the dew-drops that fall on the roses in May.
—A. J. Ryan
Sweet as the Summer’s birds.
—A. J. Ryan
Sweet as the dreamings of the nightingales.
—Charles Sangster
Sweet as the note of a nightingale.
—Sanskrit
Sweet as Flora’s favorite flower.
—James Scadlock
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet as balm.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet, and musical,
As bright Apollo’s lute.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet as damask roses.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet as ditties highly penn’d,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer’s bower.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet as spring-time flowers.
—William Shakespeare
Sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath.
—William Shakespeare
Sweet as a summer night without a breath.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet as if angels sang.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Her looks were sweet as Heaven’s when loveliest in Autumn eves.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet as the blossom is sweet.
—Frank Dempster Sherman
More sweet than the honey of the Hybla bees.
—Tobias Smollett
Sweet as the songs of homestead birds.
—Edmund Clarence Stedman
Sweet-hearted as a bird that takes the sun
With clear strong eyes and feels the glad god run
Bright through his blood and wide rejoicing wings,
And opens all himself to heaven and sings.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as April-clouded skies.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as a child’s heart-lightening laugh to hear.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet-souled as a dove.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as all the wide sweet south.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as death-annihilating song.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as dream’s delight.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet and comely as a dove’s throat strained out to sing.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as early kisses of a mouth
Scented like honey.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as hope’s first note of jubilation.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as life or death can be.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as rest.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet
As running streams to men’s way-wearied feet.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as sound the moving wings of night.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet and good as summer air.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as forgiveness.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as night’s dim dawn to weariness.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the balm of sleep.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the change that leaves the world in flower when spring laughs winter down to deathward.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the dewfall.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the flower that itself is May.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the kiss wherewith sleep kisses pain.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional error.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the winds that beat
Round banks where Tyne is born.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as when earth was new.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
A sound more sweet than April’s flower-sweet rain.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweeter than joy-bells ringing.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.
—Arthur Symons
Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.
—Arthur Symons
Sweet as a vesper chime.
—Benjamin Franklin Taylor
Songs of love are sweeter than Bassora’s nightingales.
—Bayard Taylor
Sweet as a morn of Paradise.
—Bayard Taylor
Sweet as children’s prattle.
—Pamela Tennant
Sweet as new buds in spring.
—Alfred Tennyson
Sweet as honey.
—New Testament
Sweeter than honey to my mouth.
—New Testament
Sweet as the apple-blossoms.
—Celia Thaxter
Sweet and fresh
As the flower-skirted streams of Staffordshire.
—Celia Thaxter
Sweet as the music of Apollo’s lyre.
—Celia Thaxter
Sweet, as when Venus and Love went hand in hand.
—Maurice Thompson
Sweet as the early pipe along the dale.
—William Thomson
Sweeter than the waters of the Nile.
—Martin Farquhar Tupper
Sweet as the dawn star.
—Wilbur Underwood
Sweet as regret.
—Marie Van Vorst
Sweet is your strain to my ears, heavenly poet, as is sleep to tired limbs on the grass, as is the quenching of thirst in mid-day heat in the stream where sweet waters play.
—Virgil
Tinkling bell-notes falling sweet and cold as a stream’s cadence, while a skylark sings high in the blue.
—Rosamund Marriott Watson
Sweet as the maiden’s dream of love.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Sweeter than the song of birds,
Is the thankful voice.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
A voice sweet as an angel’s.
—N. P. Willis
Sweet and joyful as the earliest note of the brown brilliant harbinger of spring.
—C. P. Wilson
Sweet as the faint, far-off, celestial tone of angel whispers, fluttering from on high.
—William Winter
Sweet as the lips that once you pressed.
—William Winter
Sweet as morning fragrance shed
From flowers.
—William Wordsworth
Sweet as the head of your cane.
—William Wycherley