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| Averse to change as flesh. | 1 |
| Away like a ghost at break of day. | 2 |
| Bite like finches when they bill and kiss. | 3 |
| Blaze like a wyvern flying round the sun. | 4 |
| Blind as the fools heart. | 5 |
Blind Ay, as a man would be inside the sun, Delirious with the plentitude of life. | 6 |
| Blithe as a boblink. | 7 |
| Blithe as our kettles boiling. | 8 |
| Blue as a vein oer the Madonnas breast. | 9 |
Many a thought did I build up on thought, As the wild bee hangs cell on cell. | 10 |
Burned like a spilth of light Out of the crashing of a myriad stars. | 11 |
| Calm as a babe new-born. | 12 |
| Calm as beauty. | 13 |
| A calm as out of just-quelled noise. | 14 |
| Chatters like a jay. | 15 |
| As cheap as pearls are costly. | 16 |
| Clear as flint. | 17 |
| Clear as noon. | 18 |
| Clings like an octopus. | 19 |
Fitting as close as fits the dented spine Its flexible ivory outside-flesh. | 20 |
| Creaked like the implacable cicadas cry. | 21 |
Crooked runs Like a Turk verse along a scimitar. | 22 |
| Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight. | 23 |
| Curled up like incense from a Mage-Kings tomb. | 24 |
| Curved like the Spring-months russet moon. | 25 |
| Dance like flame. | 26 |
Dead as a buried vestal whose whole strength Goes when the grate above shuts heavily. | 27 |
Deformed, like the mute dwarfs Which wait upon a naked Indian queen. | 28 |
| Delicious as trickles of wine poured at mass-time. | 29 |
Disperse Like cloud-obstruction when a bolt escapes. | 30 |
| Dread like the Day of Dooms tick. | 31 |
| Drop like shot. | 32 |
| Easy as an old shoe. | 33 |
Her eyes are dark and humid, Like the depth on depth of lustre hid i the harebell. | 34 |
With eyes, like fresh-blown thrush-eggs on a thread, Faint-blue and loosely floating in his head. | 35 |
| Faint
like a lost star. | 36 |
| Fell like piled-up cards. | 37 |
| Fine as a skein of the casuist Escobars worked on the bone of a lie. | 38 |
| Fizzes like wildfire. | 39 |
| Flapping down behind him like the back-fin of a water-serpent. | 40 |
| Lay flat like an anvils face. | 41 |
| Flourished
like scripture-trees called bay. | 42 |
| Free as a babe from cheating. | 43 |
| Free as cloud and sunbeam are. | 44 |
| Frequent as figs at Kaunos. | 45 |
| Fresh as from Paradise. | 46 |
Lips to lips Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips The dewdrop out of. | 47 |
| Fretting as fire frets. | 48 |
| Gay
like a Swiss guard off duty. | 49 |
Glare Like gates of hell. | 50 |
| Gleamed like Saint Sophias dome when all the faithful troop to morning prayer. | 51 |
| Glib as glass. | 52 |
Glide away Like a ghost at break of day. | 53 |
| As glossy and black as a scarab. | 54 |
| Cheeks glow red as tomatoes. | 55 |
| Quite gone
like a lost star. | 56 |
| Grand as a Greek statue. | 57 |
| Grim as a Swiss guard. | 58 |
| Harsh as blame on ear unused to aught save Angels tongues. | 59 |
| Helter-skelter
like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue. | 60 |
| Howled like a just-lugged bear. | 61 |
| Innocent as a babe. | 62 |
| Intense as a trumpet sounding in the knights to tilt. | 63 |
Leap such leap As lands the feet in Heaven. | 64 |
| Leapt like a tongue of fire that cleaves the smoke. | 65 |
| Light as a feather whisk. | 66 |
Lightly and softly, As a queens languid and imperial arm Which scatters crowns among her lovers. | 67 |
| As like as hand to another hand. | 68 |
| Like as twins. | 69 |
| Lamp like cut vine-twig. | 70 |
| Lithe as leech. | 71 |
Lorn, As needs must Samson when his hair is shorn. | 72 |
| Lounged like a boy of the South. | 73 |
| Lustrous, thick like horsehairs. | 74 |
| Mix as mists do. | 75 |
| Obvious as noonday sun. | 76 |
| Opposed as two poles. | 77 |
| Pellucid as a pearl. | 78 |
| Points like deaths lean lifted finger. | 79 |
| Proud as the Pope behind the peacock-fans. | 80 |
| Punctual as Springtide. | 81 |
| Pure as chalk. | 82 |
| Pure as the Arctic fox that suits the snow. | 83 |
| Quenched
like torch-flame choked in dust. | 84 |
| Quiet as despair. | 85 |
| Rave like an epileptic dervish. | 86 |
| Refines as by fire. | 87 |
| Round and sound as a mountain apple. | 88 |
| Sailed skyward, like burnt onion-peelings. | 89 |
| Scant as hair in leprosy. | 90 |
| Scorched like a drop of fire from a brandished torch. | 91 |
| Scratching like a death-watch-tick. | 92 |
| Shrink up like a crushed snail. | 93 |
| Shun him like the plague. | 94 |
Sunk Like a blade sent home to its scabbard. | 95 |
| Slumbers as in a grave. | 96 |
| Smiling like a fiend who has deceived God. | 97 |
| Smoked like a herring. | 98 |
| A healthy spirit like a healthy frame craves aliment in plenty. | 99 |
| Sprang, like an uncaged beast. | 100 |
Stained like pale honey oozed from topmost rocks Sun-bleached the lifelong summer. | 101 |
Mortals stare aghast As though heavens bounteous windows were slammed fast Incontinent. | 102 |
| Stung like bees unhived. | 103 |
| Stupid as a stone. | 104 |
Surely as the starry multitude Is numbered by the sailors. | 105 |
| Sweep like a sea, barred out from land. | 106 |
Swept like surge, i the simile Of Homer. | 107 |
She lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall. | 108 |
Buds tenderly
Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face. | 109 |
| Thick like a glory round a Stagirite. | 110 |
Thick As stars which storm the sky on Autumn nights. | 111 |
| Through you, as through a breast of glass, I see. | 112 |
| Thunder like a whole sea overhead. | 113 |
| Tired as tombstones. | 114 |
A titter Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight. | 115 |
| Trembling like a tub of size. | 116 |
| True as that heaven and earth exist. | 117 |
Sharp eyes twinkled, Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled. | 118 |
| As unexpected as a serpent comes. | 119 |
Upward tending although weak, Like plants in mines which never saw the sun. | 120 |
Each with an aspect never twice the same, Waxing and waning as the new-born host of fancies, like a single nights hoar-frost. | 121 |
| Wasted like well-streams. | 122 |
| Weep like a cut vine-twig. | 123 |
| White with coming buds, like the bright side of a sorrow. | 124 |
| White as a curd. | 125 |
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