|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Her bloom was like the springing flower,|
That sips the silver dew;
The rose was budded in her cheeks,
Just opening to the view.
| Debasd by gross alloy:|
As gold in mines lies mixd with dirt and clay.
|His face was like an April morn|
Clad in a wintry cloud.
| As honor, just.|| 4|
| Pale as ascending ghost cast back to day.|| 5|
| As truth, sincere.|| 6|
| Soft as the sighings of the gale, that wakes the flowery year.|| 7|