Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.

Francis S. Saltus

Blue as the eyes of a saint.

Burn like black stars below the Orient moon.

Cheeks like peaches.

Consoling as night.

The waves … dashed like a torrent of pearls.

Desolate as death.

Dreamy as music.

Thine eyes
Mirage of sultry prisons, flashing in—
And out, like fulg’rous lightning through dark skies.

As a moonbeam white,
As a starbeam white,
Was her eye of iris ray.

Maiden fair as a silvery dream.

Flash like a steel blade tipped with fire.

Glimmered like fire.

Glistened like an emerald,
Beneath the glow-worm’s sheen.

Kisses as unctuous as oil.

Kisses like sweet, sad, subtle scents of myrrh.

Her laugh is like sunshine.

Lips like the carmine’s ruddy glow.

Sad
Like the echo mad
Of some plaintive spirit strain.

With low, uneasy sigh;
Like the voice of wandering spirits,
Lamenting through the sky.

As a meteor bright,
As a comet bright,
Was her smile of pearl and spray.

Vague as the music of a moon-bathed brook.

Welcome … as the deluge of early spring rain.