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| As blithe and sunny as the summer days. | 1 |
| Verses bloom like a flower. | 2 |
| Blush like lads of seventeen. | 3 |
| Bright as the light of her glorious eyes. | 4 |
| His smile as bright as the midst of May when the truce-bird pipes. | 5 |
| As bright as the morning sun. | 6 |
| Chill as the Gryxabodill. | 7 |
| Clean as a rose is after rain. | 8 |
| Clear as a brook’s chuckle to the ear. | 9 |
| Clear as the Autumn atmosphere. | 10 |
| As clear as the twitter of birds. | 11 |
| Deep and tender as the blue of a baby’s eye. | 12 |
| Dim as the dusk of day. | 13 |
| Her eyes are blue and dewy as the glimmering Summer-dawn. | 14 |
| Eyes as fresh and clear as morning skies. | 15 |
| With a pair o’ eyes like two fried eggs. | 16 |
| A face as fair as the summer dawn. | 17 |
| Fine and fair as your school-boy sweetheart’s hair. | 18 |
| Fangless as the fat worms of the grave. | 19 |
| Flap as a flag as the winds go by. | 20 |
| Flared, like Titan torches flinging flakes of flame and embers, springing from the dale. | 21 |
| Made my own heart flutter as a bird that beats for freedom at the bars that prison it. | 22 |
Gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky. | 23 |
| As fragile as a strand of rain. | 24 |
| Gently as the dew mingles with the darkening maze. | 25 |
| As giddy as an hour-old ghost that stares into eternity. | 26 |
| Glance … as the glints of a thousand gems. | 27 |
| Gleams like the galleon rare of an Argonaut’s dreams. | 28 |
| Glib as clockwork. | 29 |
| Tresses glimmering and gleaming like glad waters running over shelving shallows, rimmed with clover. | 30 |
| Haste … like flaming tapers brightening as they wasted. | 31 |
| Indolent as a lazy breeze of midsummer. | 32 |
| As jolly as a play. | 33 |
| Jubilant as old sleigh bells. | 34 |
| Her laugh is like a roundelay—so ringing sweet and clear. | 35 |
| He laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge. | 36 |
| Love’s as cunnin’ a little thing as a hummin’-bird upon the wing. | 37 |
| Mouth was like a red rose rinsed with rain. | 38 |
Moving, like a skeptic’s thought,
Out of nowhere into naught. | 39 |
| Mystical as some dreamland arched with unfathomed azure. | 40 |
| Pale as blossoms. | 41 |
| Peaceful as a hired hand. | 42 |
| Plump, like tiny skins of wine. | 43 |
| Punctual—like morning. | 44 |
| As pure and clear as the cherry-blossoms blow in the land of Thus-and-So. | 45 |
| Pure as a joyous prayer. | 46 |
| Radiant as summer sun in morn. | 47 |
| As rich with unconscious art as the first song birds of May. | 48 |
| As ripe and rosy … as a mellow little pippin that had tumbled in the weeds. | 49 |
| Breaking as sharply as the ice blade that loosens from the eave to slice the air and splinter into scales of flying frost. | 50 |
Gleam and shine
Like jewels in a stream of wine. | 51 |
Shut as the leaves of a white rose may
Ere the wan bud blooms out perfectly. | 52 |
| Her smile is like the noon-splendor of a day of June. | 53 |
| Smoother than the fur of cats. | 54 |
I’m as snugly shut
As a glad little worm in the heart of a nut. | 55 |
| Soft as angels’ wings. | 56 |
| Stirred him up like the tap of a drum. | 57 |
| Sweet as the dew’s lip to the rose’s. | 58 |
| As sweet as the life of the lily. | 59 |
| As sweet as the soul of a babe. | 60 |
| Thick as the daisies blown in grasses fanned by odorous midsummer breezes. | 61 |
| With full voice, pure and clear, uplifted, as some classic melody in sweetest legends of old minstrelsy. | 62 |
| White as grit. | 63 |
| White as the cream-crested wave. | 64 |
| White as the gleam of her beckoning hand. | 65 |
| Yaller—like you’ve saw custard-pie with no crust. | 66 |
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