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Buzz’d like bees
Fretting and swarming in the linden-trees. | 1 |
Changeful as the neck of dove
In colour. | 2 |
| Ran clear as the light of heaven ere autumn closed. | 3 |
| Clings about thee close, like moss to stones. | 4 |
| Confining it to such limits as paintings are confined in by their frames. | 5 |
| The eyes of critics, whether in commending or carping, are both on one side, like a turbot’s. | 6 |
| Dark as Saint Bartholomew. | 7 |
| Darts on like a greyhound whelp after a leveret. | 8 |
| As much difference as between an organ and a bagpipe. | 9 |
| Dry as the leaves in winter. | 10 |
| Fits the present purpose like a ring to your finger. | 11 |
| Broad and glaring as the eye of the Cyclops. | 12 |
| Irresolute as Adriadne when she was urged to fly. | 13 |
| Lean as a backgammon board. | 14 |
| Loose as eggs in a nest. | 15 |
| Merry as larks. | 16 |
| Pale as Orithyia when she was borne away. | 17 |
| Little troubles pass like little ripples in a sunny river. | 18 |
| Poems, like rivers, convey to their destination what must without their appliances be unhandled: these to ports and arsenals, this to the human heart. | 19 |
| Wisdom and poetry are like fruit for children, unwholesome if too fresh. | 20 |
| Political men, like goats, usually thrive best among equalities. | 21 |
| Rave like a fury. | 22 |
The nerves of Power
Sink, as a lute’s in rain. | 23 |
| Stiff as coat of mail. | 24 |
| Thrashed him like a wheat-sheaf. | 25 |
| True as the magnet is to iron. | 26 |
| Clear writers, like clear fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid looks most profound. | 27 |
| Youth, like the aloe, blossoms but once, and its flower springs from the midst of thorns: but see with what strength and to what height the aloe-flower rises over them. | 28 |
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