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| Calm as glass. | 1 |
| Cold like a corpse. | 2 |
| Companionless as a prisoner in his dungeon. | 3 |
| Cunning as a witch. | 4 |
| Dark as a Spaniard. | 5 |
| Dimm’d … like a vague remnant of some by-past scene. | 6 |
| Distinct as vice from virtue. | 7 |
| Elude the grasp like an essence. | 8 |
| Her sunken grey eyes, like reflections from the aspect of an angel. | 9 |
| Feeble as the wing of a chicken in the pip. | 10 |
| Impersonal as Shakespeare. | 11 |
| Irrevocable as death. | 12 |
| Noiseless as a bright mist rolls down a hill. | 13 |
| Pale as a white stone. | 14 |
| Pliant as a reed. | 15 |
| Pout like a disappointed child. | 16 |
| Powerless as stubble exposed to the draught of a furnace. | 17 |
| As reviving as a friend’s visit. | 18 |
| Shadowy, like half-comprehended notions that float dim through children’s brains. | 19 |
| Shine like jet. | 20 |
| Shivered in my heart like a suffering child in a cold cradle. | 21 |
| Shrink, as if I had been wandering among volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver. | 22 |
| Silent as a church. | 23 |
| Silent as an Indian. | 24 |
| Sloped, as if leaning on the air. | 25 |
| Still as a mouse. | 26 |
| Still as a prostrate column. | 27 |
| Straight as poplars. | 28 |
| Swept … like sullying cloud from pure blue sky. | 29 |
| Tough as an India-rubber ball. | 30 |
| Vacant like air. | 31 |
| Vain as the passing gale. | 32 |
| Vainly spent, as dews on the sea. | 33 |
| Wanderings as wild as those of the March-spirit. | 34 |
| Warm as red sky’s passing blush. | 35 |
| Wild as one whom demons seize. | 36 |
| Youth like genius gives its best at first. | 37 |
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