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Talking and thinking became to him like the open page of a monthly magazine Tall lance-like reeds wave sadly o'er his head That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along The anemone that weeps at day-break, like a silly girl before her lover The army blazed and glowed in the golden sunlight like a mosaic of a hundred thousand jewels The army like a witch's caldron seethed The beating of her heart was like a drum The beauty of her quiet life was like a rose in blowing The billows burst like cannon down the coast The birds swam the flood of air like tiny ships The boat cuts its swift way through little waves like molten gold and opal The boom of the surf grew ever less sonorous, like the thunder of a retreating storm The breast-plate of righteousness The breathless hours like phantoms stole away The breeze is as a pleasant tune The calm white brow as calm as earliest morn The camp fire reddens like angry skies The chambers of the house were haunted by an incessant echoing, like some dripping cavern The church swarmed like a hive The city is all in a turmoil; it boils like a pot of lentils The clouds that move like spirits o'er the welkin clear [welkin = sky] The clustered apples burnt like flame The colored bulbs swung noon-like from tree and shrub The crimson close of day The curl'd moon was like a little feather The curling wreaths like turbans seem The dark hours are swept away like crumbling ashes The dark mass of her hair shook round her like a sea The dawn is rising from the sea, like a white lady from her bed The dawn had whitened in the mist like a dead face The dawn with silver-sandaled feet crept like a frightened girl. The day stunned me like light upon some wizard way The day was sweeter than honey and the honey-comb The day have trampled me like armed men The dead past flew away over the fens like a flight of wild swans The deep like one black maelstrom round her whirls The deepening east like a scarlet poppy burnt The desolate rocky hills rolled like a solid wave along the horizon The dome of heaven is like one drop of dew The dreams of poets come like music heard at evening from the depth of some enchanted forest The eagerness faded from his eyes, leaving them cold as a winter sky after sunset The earth was like a frying-pan, or some such hissing matter The eternal sea, which like a childless mother, still must croon her ancient sorrows to the cold white moon The evening sky was as green as jade The excitement had spread through the whole house, like a piquant and agreeable odor The excitement of the thought buoyed his high-strung temperament like a tonic The feathery meadows like a lilac sea The firm body like a slope of snow The first whiff of reality dissipated them like smoke The floor, newly waxed, gleamed in the candle-light like beaten moonbeams The fragrant clouds of hair, they flowed round him like a snare The gathering glory of life shone like the dawn The gesture was all strength and will, like the stretching of a sea-bird's wings The girl's voice rang like a bird-call through his rustling fancies The glimmer of tall flowers standing like pensive moon-worshipers in an ecstasy of prayerless bloom The guides sniffed, like chamois, the air [chamois = extremely agile goat antelope] The heavens are like a scroll unfurled The hills across the valley were purple as thunder-clouds The hoofs of the horses rang like the dumb cadence of an old saga The hours crawled by like years The hum of the camp sounds like the sea The hurrying crowds of men gather like clouds The ideas succeeded each other like a dynasty of kings The impalpable presence of the new century rose like a vast empty house through which no human feet had walked The inexorable facts closed in on him like prison-warders hand-cuffing a convict The lake glimmered as still as a mirror The land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell The land was like a dream The level boughs, like bars of iron across the setting sun The light of London flaring like a dreary dawn The lights blazed up like day The lilies were drooping, white, and wan, like the head and skin of a dying man The mellowing hand of time The melody rose tenderly and lingeringly like a haunting perfume of pressed flowers The Milky Way lay like diamond-dust upon the robe of some great king The monk's face whitened like sea-foam The moon drowsed between the trees like a great yellow moth The moon on the tower slept soft as snow The moonbeams rest like a pale spotless shroud The moonlight lay like snow The moonlight, like a fairy mist, upon the mesa spreads The mortal coldness of the soul, like death itself comes down The mountain shadows mingling, lay like pools above the earth The mountains loomed up dimly, like phantoms through the mist The music almost died away, then it burst like a pent-up flood <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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