Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.

David Mallet

Her bloom was like the springing flower,
That sips the silver dew;
The rose was budded in her cheeks,
Just opening to the view.

Debas’d by gross alloy:
As gold in mines lies mix’d with dirt and clay.

His face was like an April morn
Clad in a wintry cloud.

As honor, just.

Pale as ascending ghost cast back to day.

As truth, sincere.

Soft as the sighings of the gale, that wakes the flowery year.