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Frank J. Wilstach, comp.  A Dictionary of Similes.  1916.
 
Sweet
 
  Sweet as odorous white lilies are.
            —Oscar Fay Adams
  1
  Sweet as new-blown rose.
            —Thomas Adams
  2
  Sweet as fresh fount to thirsty wanderer.
            —Æschylus
  3
  Sweet as a girl graduate.
            —Anonymous
  4
  Sweet as a nut.
            —Anonymous
  5
  Sweet as the infant spring.
            —Anonymous
  6
  Sweet as a rose.
            —Anonymous
  7
  Sweet and wholesome as a sprig of mignonette.
            —Anonymous
  8
  Sweet as a sugar plum.
            —Anonymous
  9
  Sweet as a vial of rose oil.
            —Anonymous
  10
                Kiss as sweet,
As cool fresh stream to bruised and weary feet.
            —Anonymous
  11
  Sweet as honey bee.
            —Anonymous
  12
  Sweet as honeysuckle.
            —Anonymous
  13
  Sweet as lilies in May.
            —Anonymous
  14
  As sweet as spring’s first song heard in the grove’s retreat.
            —Anonymous
  15
  Sweet as sugar.
            —Anonymous
  16
  Sweet as the cup of Circe.
            —Anonymous
  17
  Sweet as the harmonies of Spring.
            —Anonymous
  18
  Sweet as the liquid notes of a plover.
            —Anonymous
  19
  Sweet as the notes of a fountain.
            —Anonymous
  20
  Sweet as the perfume of roses.
            —Anonymous
  21
  Faintly sweet as the reapers hear a lark afar in the sky.
            —Anonymous
  22
  Sweet as the solemn sounds of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps.
            —Anonymous
  23
  Sweet as unblown hawthorn buds.
            —Anonymous
  24
  Sweet as maidens deckt and dight.
            —Arabian Nights
  25
  Sweet as that which is forbidden.
            —Arabic
  26
  Sweet as the last smile of sunset.
            —Edwin Arnold
  27
  Sweeter than the comb its sweetness.
            —Edwin Arnold
  28
  Sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from the budding lotus-flower.
            —George Arnold
  29
  Sweet and calm as is a sister’s kiss.
            —Philip James Bailey
  30
  Sweete as the infant spring.
            —Scottish Ballad
  31
  Sweet as the joy which sorrow hushes.
            —Honoré de Balzac
  32
  Sweet as new wine.
            —John Baret
  33
                Sweet
As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams.
            —Francis Beaumont
  34
  Sweet as applause to the actor.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  35
  As sweet as April.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  36
  Sweet as the Spring.
            —Beaumont and Fletcher
  37
  Sweet as the moonlight sleeping on the hills.
            —Sir William S. Bennett
  38
  Sweet as the light of the stars.
            —Robert Hugh Benson
  39
  Sweet as the look of a lover saluting the eyes of a maid.
            —Ambrose Bierce
  40
  Sweet as odour of the upland thyme.
            —Mathilde Blind
  41
  As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  42
  As sweet as window-eglantine.
            —Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  43
  Sweet, as when winter storms have ceased to chide.
            —William Cullen Bryant
  44
  Sweeter than all perfumes.
            —John Bunyan
  45
  Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn.
            —Robert Burns
  46
  Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom.
            —Robert Burns
  47
  Sweet as matrimony.
            —Robert Burton
  48
  Sounds sweet as if a sister’s voice reproved.
            —Lord Byron
  49
  Sweet as May.
            —Thomas Carew
  50
  Sweet as the sundown.
            —Bliss Carman
  51
  Sweet as the song of the wind in the rippling wheat.
            —Madison Cawein
  52
  Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods.
            —James Cawthorn
  53
  Sweet as the voice of thraslarks [Thrushes] in the spring.
            —Thomas Chatterton
  54
Sweete as is the brembul-flour
That bereth the rede hepe [Fruit of the dog rose].
            —Geoffrey Chaucer
  55
  Sweet as pity.
            —Hartley Coleridge
  56
  Sweet as the whispered breeze of evening.
            —Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  57
  As sweet as Western wind breathes from the violets’ fragrant beds.
            —John Gilbert Cooper
  58
  Sweet as the hopes on which starv’d lovers feed.
            —Sir William Davenant
  59
        Sweet as aerial chimes
Of flower-bells.
            —John Davidson
  60
  Sweet as sails in summer sky.
            —Lord De Tabley
  61
  Sweet as some immeasurable rose, expanding leaf on leaf.
            —Aubrey De Vere
  62
  Sweet as Anadyomene rising from the sea.
            —Dr. John Doran
  63
  Sweet as are the orchards, when the fruit is hanging ripe.
            —Paul Laurence Dunbar
  64
  Sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.
            —Ralph Waldo Emerson
  65
  Serenely sweet as vernal air.
            —William Falconer
  66
  As sweet as a violet.
            —John Ford
  67
  Sweet … as the new-mown hay.
            —Sir William Schwenk Gilbert
  68
  Sweet as the vernal flow’r in early prime.
            —Richard Glover
  69
  Sweet as the rosy morn in May.
            —George Granville
  70
  Sweet as a youthful poet’s dream.
            —Charles Gray
  71
  Sweet as the harps that hung by Babel’s stream.
            —Judah HaLevi
  72
  Sweet as summer days that die when the months are in the bloom.
            —William Wallace Harney
  73
  Sweet as tropic winds at night.
            —Paul Hamilton Hayne
  74
  Sweet as the blossoms of the vine.
            —Robert Herrick
  75
  Sweet as vestry of the oracles.
            —Robert Herrick
  76
  Sweet as the sweetest song of bird on summer’s eve.
            —D. M. Hervey
  77
  As sweet as dewy turf to wayworn feet.
            —Emily H. Hickey
  78
  Sweet as new-blown breath of opening flow’rs.
            —Aaron Hill
  79
                Sweet
As a meadow at noon.
            —Katherine Tynan Hinkson
  80
  Sweet as the breath from an odalisque’s fan.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  81
  Sweet as the dawn star.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  82
  Sweet as the first snow-drop, which the sunbeams greet.
            —Oliver Wendell Holmes
  83
  Sweet as honey.
            —Homer (Pope)
  84
  Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden.
            —Nora Hopper
  85
  Sweet as the hills.
            —Richard Hovey
  86
  Sweet as a rosebud crowned with moss.
            —Victor Hugo
  87
  Sweet as music.
            —Victor Hugo
  88
  Sweet as the twilight notes of the thrush.
            —Helen Hunt Jackson
  89
  Sweet as jasmine.
            —Jm
  90
  Sweet as the morning of life.
            —Jm
  91
  Sweet as drops of balme.
            —Ben Jonson
  92
  Sweet as a muskrose upon new-made hay.
            —John Keats
  93
  Sweet as blue heavens o’er enchanted isles.
            —John Keats
  94
  Sweet as love.
            —John Keats
  95
Sweeter than the rill
To its old channel.
            —John Keats
  96
  Sweet as a cat with syrup in its paws.
            —Vaughan Kester
  97
  Sweet as mountain honey.
            —Charles Kingsley
  98
  Sweet as the sigh of the spring gale.
            —Letitia Elizabeth Landon
  99
  As sweet as a woman’s flashing eye.
            —Lays of Ancient India
  100
  Sweet … as the sad spirit of the evening breezes.
            —Emma Lazarus
  101
  Sweet as the sound of bells at evening.
            —Richard Le Gallienne
  102
  Sweet as a bell in the woods.
            —Amy Leslie
  103
  Sweet as morning dew upon a rose.
            —Thomas Lodge
  104
  Sweet as the cadence of a poet’s song.
            —John Logan
  105
  Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
            —Henry W. Longfellow
  106
  Sweet as the songs of Sappho.
            —Charles B. Loomis
  107
  Sweet as heaven’s image in an unrippled lake.
            —George W. Lovell
  108
  Sweet as over new-born son the croon of new-made mother.
            —James Russell Lowell
  109
  Sweet as the sweet tooth of a calfe.
            —John Lyly
  110
  Sweet as the dew-drops of a wild rose.
            —Edward Lysaght
  111
  Sweet as summer’s showers.
            —George Mac-Henry
  112
  Sweet as seraph’s bliss.
            —Walter Malone
  113
  Sweet as first love.
            —Gerald Massey
  114
  Sweet as first spring violets.
            —Gerald Massey
  115
  Sweet as Eden.
            —George Meredith
  116
  Sweet as victory half-revealed.
            —George Meredith
  117
A secret sweet as songs of dawn
That linnets sing when mists are gone.
            —Richard Monckton Milnes
  118
  Sweet as Angel accents.
            —James Montgomery
  119
  Nothing half so sweet in life as Love’s young dream.
            —Thomas Moore
  120
  As sweet as the rose-scented zephyr those do meet who near the happy islands of the blest.
            —William Morris
  121
  Sweet as every-day sunshine.
            —John Muir
  122
  Sweet, like an angel’s sigh.
            —Mary R. Murphy
  123
  Sweet as the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountains.
            —Thomas Otway
  124
  Sweet, like a silver whistle.
            —Ouida
  125
  Sweet as the morning air.
            —Benjamin F. Parker
  126
                Sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul.
            —Coventry Patmore
  127
  Sweet as violet-borders growing over fountains over-flowing.
            —Ambrose Philips
  128
  As sweet as mown grass in the even.
            —Stephen Phillips
  129
  Sweet as the melody of swans, that lave their nestling pinions in the silver wave.
            —Pratinas
  130
  Music sweeter than the sweetest chime of magic bells by fairies set a-swinging.
            —T. Buchanan Read
  131
  Sweet as blossoms after rain.
            —Lizette Woodworth Reese
  132
  Sweet as the dew’s lip to the rose’s.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
  133
  As sweet as the life of the lily.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
  134
  As sweet as the soul of a babe.
            —James Whitcomb Riley
  135
  Sweet as smiles to the lips that are pale.
            —A. J. Ryan
  136
  Sweet as the dew-drops that fall on the roses in May.
            —A. J. Ryan
  137
  Sweet as the Summer’s birds.
            —A. J. Ryan
  138
  Sweet as the dreamings of the nightingales.
            —Charles Sangster
  139
  Sweet as the note of a nightingale.
            —Sanskrit
  140
  Sweet as Flora’s favorite flower.
            —James Scadlock
  141
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
            —William Shakespeare
  142
  Sweet as balm.
            —William Shakespeare
  143
            Sweet, and musical,
As bright Apollo’s lute.
            —William Shakespeare
  144
  Sweet as damask roses.
            —William Shakespeare
  145
Sweet as ditties highly penn’d,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer’s bower.
            —William Shakespeare
  146
  Sweet as spring-time flowers.
            —William Shakespeare
  147
Sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath.
            —William Shakespeare
  148
  Sweet as a summer night without a breath.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  149
  Sweet as if angels sang.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  150
  Her looks were sweet as Heaven’s when loveliest in Autumn eves.
            —Percy Bysshe Shelley
  151
  Sweet as the blossom is sweet.
            —Frank Dempster Sherman
  152
  More sweet than the honey of the Hybla bees.
            —Tobias Smollett
  153
  Sweet as the songs of homestead birds.
            —Edmund Clarence Stedman
  154
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
  155
  Sweet as April-clouded skies.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  156
  Sweet as a child’s heart-lightening laugh to hear.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  157
  Sweet-souled as a dove.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  158
  Sweet as all the wide sweet south.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  159
  Sweet as death-annihilating song.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  160
  Sweet as dream’s delight.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  161
  Sweet and comely as a dove’s throat strained out to sing.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  162
Sweet as early kisses of a mouth
Scented like honey.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  163
  Sweet as hope’s first note of jubilation.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  164
  Sweet as life or death can be.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  165
  Sweet as rest.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  166
                Sweet
As running streams to men’s way-wearied feet.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  167
  Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  168
  Sweet as sound the moving wings of night.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  169
  Sweet and good as summer air.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  170
  Sweet as forgiveness.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  171
  Sweet as night’s dim dawn to weariness.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  172
  Sweet as the balm of sleep.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  173
  Sweet as the change that leaves the world in flower when spring laughs winter down to deathward.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  174
  Sweet as the dewfall.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  175
  Sweet as the flower that itself is May.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  176
  Sweet as the kiss wherewith sleep kisses pain.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  177
  Sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional error.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  178
Sweet as the winds that beat
Round banks where Tyne is born.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  179
  Sweet as when earth was new.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  180
            Sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  181
  A sound more sweet than April’s flower-sweet rain.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  182
  Sweeter than joy-bells ringing.
            —Algernon Charles Swinburne
  183
  Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.
            —Arthur Symons
  184
  Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.
            —Arthur Symons
  185
  Sweet as a vesper chime.
            —Benjamin Franklin Taylor
  186
  Songs of love are sweeter than Bassora’s nightingales.
            —Bayard Taylor
  187
  Sweet as a morn of Paradise.
            —Bayard Taylor
  188
  Sweet as children’s prattle.
            —Pamela Tennant
  189
  Sweet as new buds in spring.
            —Alfred Tennyson
  190
  Sweet as honey.
            —New Testament
  191
  Sweeter than honey to my mouth.
            —New Testament
  192
  Sweet as the apple-blossoms.
            —Celia Thaxter
  193
                Sweet and fresh
As the flower-skirted streams of Staffordshire.
            —Celia Thaxter
  194
  Sweet as the music of Apollo’s lyre.
            —Celia Thaxter
  195
  Sweet, as when Venus and Love went hand in hand.
            —Maurice Thompson
  196
  Sweet as the early pipe along the dale.
            —William Thomson
  197
  Sweeter than the waters of the Nile.
            —Martin Farquhar Tupper
  198
  Sweet as the dawn star.
            —Wilbur Underwood
  199
  Sweet as regret.
            —Marie Van Vorst
  200
  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
  201
  Tinkling bell-notes falling sweet and cold as a stream’s cadence, while a skylark sings high in the blue.
            —Rosamund Marriott Watson
  202
  Sweet as the maiden’s dream of love.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  203
Music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  204
Sweeter than the song of birds,
Is the thankful voice.
            —John Greenleaf Whittier
  205
  A voice sweet as an angel’s.
            —N. P. Willis
  206
  Sweet and joyful as the earliest note of the brown brilliant harbinger of spring.
            —C. P. Wilson
  207
  Sweet as the faint, far-off, celestial tone of angel whispers, fluttering from on high.
            —William Winter
  208
  Sweet as the lips that once you pressed.
            —William Winter
  209
Sweet as morning fragrance shed
From flowers.
            —William Wordsworth
  210
  Sweet as the head of your cane.
            —William Wycherley
  211
 
 
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