|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Slant yellow beam
Like a lane into Heaven that leads from a dream.
| My brain is beating like the heart of Haste.|| 2|
| Break as a bubble oer-blown in a dream.|| 3|
| Deep as devils grope.|| 4|
| Flame like torch-flames in the passionate air.|| 5|
| Hide like gentle nuns from human eyes.|| 6|
| Keen like a spear.|| 7|
| Livid as Lazarus lately from death.|| 8|
| Red as a beacon the wind has upblown.|| 9|
| Rose red as a beacon the wind had upblown.|| 10|
| Soft as a dying violet-breath.|| 11|
|My soul is like the oar that momently|
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second Im new-born from some new grave.
| Trembles like a harp full strung.|| 13|
| A-tremble like a new-born thing.|| 14|
| Fell a-trembling like as the lips of lady that forth falters yes.|| 15|
Like to some maiden spirit pausing pale,
New-wingd, yet fain to sail
Above the serene gulf to where a bridegroom soul
Calls oer the soft horizon.