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The tyrant from our shore, like a forbidden demon, fled. Mark Akenside | 1 |
Fled, like the raven from the bird of Jove. Mark Akenside | 2 |
Fled like leaves on the gale. Anonymous | 3 |
Fled, like rats from a sinking ship. Anonymous | 4 |
Sorrow fled on fleeting pinions, like the icy breath of winter that spring zephyrs waft away. Anonymous | 5 |
Fly around like a bat in the twilight. Björnstjerne Björnson | 6 |
Fled from his thoughts like a sickly dream. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 7 |
Like a passing thought, she fled. Robert Burns | 8 |
Fled like frighted doos. Robert Burns | 9 |
Fled like crows when they smell powder. Samuel Butler | 10 |
Fled like a dream. William Cowper | 11 |
Each quiet day has fled like the same moth, returning with slow wing, and pausing in the sunshine. George Eliot | 12 |
Like murder, chasd by conscience, fled. Ebenezer Elliott | 13 |
Fled like the floods foam. Ralph Waldo Emerson | 14 |
Fled as soon as fleet the violets. Haroma | 15 |
Fled like a felon. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 16 |
Fled like a Parthian. Victor Hugo | 17 |
Fled like a dusky cloud. Rudyard Kipling | 18 |
Fled like the mist of Cona. James Macpherson | 19 |
Fled, as the dawn clouds flee before the sun. John Payne | 20 |
Fled like shadows. Petrarch | 21 |
Fled, as fogs disperse before the god of day. Charles Reade | 22 |
Fled like a mist before the radiant day. Earl of Roscommon | 23 |
Fled at will, as in a wingèd chariot. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 24 |
Fled Like insect tribes before the northern gale. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 25 |
Fled, Like the brief glory which dark Heaven inherits From the false dawn, which fades ere it is spread Upon the nights devouring darkness. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 26 |
Fled Like vultures frightened from Imus Before an earthquakes tread. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 27 |
Fledde like a beest. John Skelton | 28 |
Like spectres from the sight of morning, fled. Robert Southey | 29 |
Fled like a glittering rivulet to the tarn. Alfred Tennyson | 30 |
As flies the shadow of a bird, she fled. Alfred Tennyson | 31 |
My best years have fled away, like dreams, or like a minstrels lay. Walter von der Vogelweide | 32 |
Fled away like a dream. John Wesley | 33 |
Fled like a flash of light. Ella Wheeler Wilcox | 34 |
Fled, as time will in a dream. N. P. Willis | 35 |
Fled as fast as doth the haunted fawn. William Wordsworth | 36 |
Fled Like vapour, like a towering cloud, dissolved. William Wordsworth | 37 |
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