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| Arches like a giants bow. | 1 |
| Backward as the wind sweeps flame. | 2 |
| Bitter as self-sacrifice. | 3 |
| Black, like plumes at funerals. | 4 |
| Blush like rose when Roland speaks. | 5 |
| Bright as Paphias eyes. | 6 |
Calm, as one who, safe in heaven, Shall tell a story of his lower life, Unmoved by shame or anger. | 7 |
Like the battle camps fearful calm, While the banners are spread, and the warriors arm. | 8 |
| Certainly, as evening empties morning into night. | 9 |
| Chaste as Medicean Venus. | 10 |
| Clear, as God sees through the earth. | 11 |
| Clings fast as the clinging vine. | 12 |
Close as brother leans to brother When they press beneath the eyes Of some father praying blessings From the gifts of paradise. | 13 |
| Cold
as graveyard stones from which the lichens scraped. | 14 |
| Copious as rivers. | 15 |
| Crept
like a chill. | 16 |
| Crushing
like a blind Jove feels his way with thunder. | 17 |
| Darkened, as the lighthouse will that turns upon the sea. | 18 |
| France kept her old affection as deeply as the sepulchre the corse. | 19 |
| Differ as a nettle and a pink. | 20 |
| Dilated, like a saint in ecstasy. | 21 |
| Disgust, as
she had touched a snake. | 22 |
| Distinct
like a gong at midnight. | 23 |
| Droop like wreaths of snow. | 24 |
Dropped heavily As century follows century Into the deep eternity. | 25 |
| Dull as any London afternoon. | 26 |
| Echoless, as ripe fruit on the ground unshaken. | 27 |
Experience, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of Gods will in his worlds, the strain unfolds In sad, perplexed minors: deadly colds Fall on us while we hear, and countermand Our sanguine heart back from the fairyland With nightingales in visionary worlds. | 28 |
Doubting eyes, Like a child that never knew but love Whom words of wrath surprise. | 29 |
| Shining eyes, like antique jewels set in Parian statue-stone. | 30 |
| A sharp face, like a knife in a cleft stick. | 31 |
| As flowers kept too long in the shade
fade. | 32 |
| Glimmering faintly like the rack of the moon in her light cast back. | 33 |
| Fierce as twenty bloodhounds. | 34 |
| Flat as a gravestone. | 35 |
Flushed to radiance where they stood, Like statues by the open tomb Of shining saints half risen. | 36 |
| Its meaning flutters in me like a flame under my own breath. | 37 |
| Fluttering, like dumb creatures before storms. | 38 |
| Fluttered like a tame bird, in among its forest brothers far too strong for it. | 39 |
| Flying
like scatterings of dead leaves in autumn-gusts. | 40 |
| Free as bird on branch, just as ready to fly east as west. | 41 |
| Free as light. | 42 |
| Gently, like the mornings light, Shedding, unmarkd, an influence soft and bright, Till all the landscape gather in the sight. | 43 |
| Glad as singing-birds. | 44 |
| Gleameth like a seraph sword. | 45 |
| Glide like a fallen leaf. | 46 |
Glimmering faintly like the rack O the moon in her own light cast back. | 47 |
| Grave, as the manner of noble men is. | 48 |
| As green as any privet-hedge a bird might choose to build in. | 49 |
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood as if drinking its repose. | 50 |
| Head as hairy as Faunus. | 51 |
Heaves
Like a mighty ship in pain, Facing the tempest with struggle and strain. | 52 |
| Heaves like a water-weed that opens to the wave. | 53 |
| Hiss
like shot from guns. | 54 |
| Hum and murmur like a hive. | 55 |
| Hummed
as the sea in shells. | 56 |
Hurts one like the day Let suddenly on sick eyes. | 57 |
| Inaudible like spirits. | 58 |
Knelt like a child marble-sculptured and white That seems kneeling to pray on the tomb of a knight. | 59 |
| Laughed as if he had drowned a dog. | 60 |
Leaps like a young horse Who bites against the new bit in his teeth, And tugs and struggles against the new-tried rein. | 61 |
Lips Curved like an archers bow to send the bitter arrows out. | 62 |
Lips shook Like a rose leaning oer a brook, Which vibrates though it is not struck. | 63 |
| Long as death. | 64 |
| Loved as patriots. | 65 |
Melted as a star might do, Still smiling as she melted slow. | 66 |
| Moans
like wind through ill-shut casements. | 67 |
Moveless as a worm beneath a stone Which some ones stumbling foot has spurned aside. | 68 |
| Murmur like a hive. | 69 |
| Mute as snow. | 70 |
| Mystical
like a singing in a dream. | 71 |
| Open as a smile. | 72 |
| Pale as baby carved in stone. | 73 |
| Pale
as one who saw an ecstasy beyond a foretold agony. | 74 |
Pale as crocus grows Close beside a rose-trees root. | 75 |
| Pale as the silver cross of Savoy. | 76 |
| Pallid as a saint. | 77 |
| Palpitating
like a white soul tossed out to eternity with thrills of time upon it. | 78 |
| Pant like a netted lioness. | 79 |
| Pant like climbers. | 80 |
| Patient, like a marble man. | 81 |
| Powerless
as a stone. | 82 |
| Prosperous as the angels are. | 83 |
| Pure as the grapes in wine. | 84 |
| Quick as a fear. | 85 |
| Quick as finches in a blossomed tree. | 86 |
| Quivering
like a vibrant music-string stretched from mountain peak to sky. | 87 |
| Red as with wine out of season. | 88 |
| Half-repose, like a shepherd keeping sheep. | 89 |
| Restless as the nest-deserted bird. | 90 |
| Reverently as any pilgrim to the papal seat. | 91 |
| Revive, like Hectors body. | 92 |
| Ring like Dodonæan brass. | 93 |
| Sad as wisdom cut off from fellowship. | 94 |
| Safe from harm as sings the lark when sucked up out of sight in vortices of glory and blue air. | 95 |
| Scattered like a flock. | 96 |
Seeking, like a bleating lamb Left out at night in shutting up the fold. | 97 |
Serenely as the stars gaze through the air Straight on each other. | 98 |
Shiver Like the lotus in the river. | 99 |
Like one who wakens in a grave and shrieks, The still house seemed to shriek. | 100 |
| Shrink into a point like death. | 101 |
| Sighed with such a sigh as drops from agony to exhaustion. | 102 |
| Slowly, as a man in doubt. | 103 |
| Smiled like Italy. | 104 |
| When things went smoothly as a baby drugged. | 105 |
| Soft as Muses string. | 106 |
| Soft as a mothers kiss. | 107 |
| Soft as a silent hush. | 108 |
Softly, as the last repenting drops Of a thunder-shower. | 109 |
| Solemn, as a thought of God. | 110 |
| Speechless as a stone. | 111 |
| Still as a vision. | 112 |
Still as when a silent mouth in frost Breathes. | 113 |
| Straight
like graves dug side by side at measured lengths. | 114 |
Strange As Hindostanee to an Ind-born man Accustomed many years to English speech. | 115 |
| Strange as death. | 116 |
| Strange to me as dreams of distant spheres. | 117 |
| Strewn round as like a dead worlds shroud in ghastly fragments torn. | 118 |
| Sulky as a ghost. | 119 |
| As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats. | 120 |
| As sweet as window-eglantine. | 121 |
Thrills in leafy tremblement, Like a heart that after climbing Beateth quickly though content. | 122 |
| On tip-toe like escaping murderers. | 123 |
| Grow together like tares and wheat. | 124 |
Tranquil like a summer cloud Which, having rained itself to a tardy peace, Stands still in heaven as if it ruled the day. | 125 |
| Tremble
like a netted lioness. | 126 |
True And pauseless as the pulses. | 127 |
| My thoughts twine and bud about thee, as with vines, about a tree. | 128 |
As light November snows to empty nests, As grass to graves, as moss to mildewed stones, As July suns to ruins, through the rents, As ministering spirits to mourners, through a loss, As Heaven itself to men, through pangs of death, He came uncalled wherever grief had come. | 129 |
| Vanished like a fairy. | 130 |
| White as foam thrown upon rocks from the old-spent wave. | 131 |
| White as gulls. | 132 |
| White as moonshine. | 133 |
| White as wax. | 134 |
| White like a cloud at fall of snow. | 135 |
| White like a spirits hand. | 136 |
| Writhe like the Pythian. | 137 |
| Yellow like to fire. | 138 |
| Young as Eve with natures daybreak in her face. | 139 |
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