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| Beautiful as Dians face. | 1 |
| Bounteous as the Niles dark waters. | 2 |
Brilliant as rain-drops, when the western sun Sees his own miniature of beams in each. | 3 |
| Broke like a sea-bubble on the sand. | 4 |
| Clear as the blue, sublime, oer-arching sky. | 5 |
| Constant as the day and night from east to west. | 6 |
| Corrupted as the grave. | 7 |
| Couchd like a lion watching for his prey. | 8 |
| Covert as the birth of thought. | 9 |
Crawl, Like caterpillars on a wall. | 10 |
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky. | 11 |
Dishevelld hair, Like eagles plumage ruffled by the air. | 12 |
| Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea. | 13 |
| And the bright dew-bead on the bramble lies, like liquid upon beautys eyes. | 14 |
| Fair as Orion. | 15 |
| Fair as the rainbow shines through darkening showers. | 16 |
| Faltering like the skylarks young. | 17 |
| Far as imaginations eye can roll. | 18 |
Fatal as the Egyptian night, When the eldest-born were slain. | 19 |
| Fierce as a turkey-cock. | 20 |
| Flared like molten brass. | 21 |
| Floats like soft-melting murmurs of grief. | 22 |
| Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways. | 23 |
| Frail as the clouds of sunset. | 24 |
Free as Severns waves, that spring to bless Their parent hills. | 25 |
| Glared like a torch amidst creations tomb. | 26 |
Glare, Like fiery serpents hissing through the air. | 27 |
| Gleam, like drifted gold in summers cloudless beam. | 28 |
| Gleamd, like the meteors of a northern sky. | 29 |
| Glistening like gossamer. | 30 |
| Glowed like a torch amid creations tomb. | 31 |
| Hid like a buried star. | 32 |
| Keen as a wolf. | 33 |
| Loathsome as death. | 34 |
Lovely as an infants dream On the waking mothers breast. | 35 |
Mingling foes, Like billows dashd in conflict. | 36 |
| Pass away, like a thin cloud that melts across the moon. | 37 |
Passed Like autumn foliage withering in the blast. | 38 |
| Peep like Venus rising from her shell. | 39 |
Perishing, As though they were but things of dust and ashes. | 40 |
| Pure as a wreath of snow on April flowers. | 41 |
| Radiated like the stars. | 42 |
| Ran, as in the terror of a dream. | 43 |
Shine sweetly through the gloom, Like glimpses of eternal day beyond the tomb. | 44 |
| Shiverd, like witherd moss. | 45 |
| Shot, like meteors changed from stars to gleams of lightning. | 46 |
| Silent as the depth of night. | 47 |
| Smote him like a judgment from above. | 48 |
Soft as evening oer the ocean, When she charms the waves to rest. | 49 |
| Sported like gilded insects on the wing. | 50 |
| Sprang, as smitten with a mortal wound. | 51 |
| Sweet as Angel accents. | 52 |
| Swift as Deaths own arrows dart. | 53 |
| Swifter than the frighted dove. | 54 |
| Swims, like an eagle, in the eye of noon. | 55 |
| Terrible as torrents in their fall. | 56 |
Triumphantly ride, Like foam on the surges, the swans of the tide. | 57 |
Unchanging still from year to year, Like stars returning in their sphere, With undiminishd rays. | 58 |
| Variable as flickering flames. | 59 |
| Volatile as the fragrance of a flower. | 60 |
| Wild as the changes of a dream. | 61 |
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