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

Rush (Verb)

Rushes … like a tempest-troubled brook.
—Anonymous

As the billows fling shells on the shore,
As the sun pours light o’er the sea,
As the lark scatters song evermore,
So rushes my love to thee.
—Anonymous

Rushed as a storm.
—John Armstrong

Rush, like a rocket tearing up the sky.
—Philip James Bailey

Rush … open-mouthed, like a crow at a walnut.
—Honoré de Balzac

The blood rushed like a burning torrent through his veins.
—Honoré de Balzac

Armies rush’d like warring mighty seas.
—William Blake

Like an unruly deluge, rushed on.
—William Broome

Rush
Like clans from their hills at the voice of the battle.
—J. J. Callahan

Two souls, like two dew-drops, rushed into one.
—Thomas Carlyle

Rush like rain.
—Ferdinand Freiligrath

Rush, like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Rush like a fiery torrent.
—Homer

Rushed like fairies.
—Homer

Rushed like a torrid hurricane.
—Thomas Hood

Rushed upon us like a lava torrent.
—Sigmund Krasinski

Rush like gudgeons to the bait.
—Robert Lloyd

Rushed like a man insane.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Rushed as a wind that is keen and cold and relentless.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Like prisoners from the dungeon’s gloom,
Like birds escaping from the snare,
Like schoolboys at the hour of play,
All left at once the pent-up room,
And rushed into the open air.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Rushes like a boar against the shouting chase.
—Thomas Babington Macaulay

Rushed out upon the wayfarers like ambushed bandits.
—George Meredith

Rushed in as rush the waters through a cave
That tunnels half a sea-girt lonely rock.
—William Morris

Rushed like the hot blood in the veins of a fever-stricken child.
—Sydney Munden

As rusheth a foamy stream from the dark shady steep of Cromla when thunder is rolling above, and dark brown night rests on the hill; so fierce, so vast, so terrible, rush forward, the sons of Erin.
—Ossian

Rushing like a flood.
—Edward Hayes Plumptre

Rush … like ravenous wolves in night’s dark cloud, driven abroad by the blind rage of lawless hunger.
—Virgil