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Unbends like a loosened bow Unbreakable as iron Unconscious as an oak-tree of its growth Under the willow-tree glimmered her face like a foam-flake drifting over the sea Unheralded, like some tornado loosed out of the brooding hills, it came to pass Unknown, like a seed in fallow ground, was the germ of a plan Unmoving as a tombstone Untameable as flies Unutterable things pressing on my soul like a pent-up storm craving for outlet Upcast like foam of the effacing tide Uplifting the soul as on dovelike wings Uplifting their stony peaks around us like the walls and turrets of a gigantic fortress Urgent as the seas Uttering wild cries like a creature in pain <h4 id="id10403" style="margin-top: 2em">V</h4> Vague as a dream Vague thoughts that stream shapelessly through her mind like long sad vapors through the twilight sky Vanish into thin air, like ghosts at the cockcrow Vanished like snow when comes a thaw Vanished like vapor before the sun Vibrations set quivering like harp strings struck by the hand of a master Vociferous praise following like a noisy wave <h4 id="id10411" style="margin-top: 2em">W</h4> Walking somewhat unsteadily like a blind man feeling his way Waves glittered and danced on all sides like millions of diamonds We left her and retraced our steps like faithless hounds Weak and frail like the vapor of a vale Wearing their wounds like stars Weary wind, who wanderest like the world's rejected guest When a draft might puff them out like a guttering candle [guttering = To melt through the side of the hollow in a candle formed by a burning wick; to burn low and unsteadily; flicker] When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, like a pair of turtle-doves that could not live asunder day or night When cards, invitations, and three-corn'd notes fly about like white butterflies When she died, her breath whistled like the wind in a keyhole When the fever pierced me like a knife Where a lamp of deathless beauty shines like a beacon Where heroes die as leaves fall Where the intricate wheels of trade are grinding on, like a mill Where the source of the waters is fine as a thread Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by like windless clouds o'er a tender sky Whistled sharply in the air like a handful of vipers White as a ghost from darkness White as chalk White as dove or lily, or spirit of the light White as the driven snow White as the moon's white flame White as the sea-bird's wing White clouds like daisies White hands she moves like swimming swans White hands through her hair, like white doves going into the shadow of a wood White like flame White sails of sloops like specters Whose bodies are as strong as alabaster Whose hair was as gold raiment on a king Whose laugh moves like a bat through silent haunted woods Whose little eyes glow like the sparks of fire Whose music like a robe of living light reclothed each new-born age Windy speech which hits all around the mark like a drunken carpenter Winged like an arrow to its mark With a sting like a scorpion With all the complacency of a homeless cat With an angry broken roar, like billows on an unseen shore, their fury burst With hate darkling as the swift winter hail With music sweet as love With sounds like breakers With strength like steel With the whisper of leaves in one's ear With words like honey melting from the comb Wits as sharp as gimlets [gimlet = small hand tool for boring holes] Women with tongues like polar needles Words as fresh as spring verdure [verdure = lush greenness of flourishing vegetation] Words as soft as rain Words like the gossamer film of the summer Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd Words were flashing like brilliant birds through the boughs overhead Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls Worthless like the conjurer's gold Wrangle over details like a grasping pawnbroker Wrinkled and scored like a dried apple Writhing with an intensity that burnt like a steady flame <h4 id="id10468" style="margin-top: 2em">Y</h4> Yielding like melted snow Yonder flimsy crescent, bent like an archer's bow above the snowy summit You are as gloomy to-night as an undertaker out of employment You are as hard as stone You gave me such chill embraces as the snow-covered heights receive from clouds Your blood is red like wine Your charms lay like metals in a mine Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake Your eyes as blue as violets Your eyes they were green and gray like an April day Your frail fancies are swallowed up, like chance flowers flung upon the river's current Your hair was golden as tints of sunrise Your heart is as dry as a reed Your locks are like the raven Your love shall fall about me like sweet rain Your step's like the rain to summer vexed farmer Your thoughts are buzzing like a swarm of bees Your tongue is like a scarlet snake Your voice had a quaver in it just like the linnet [linnet = small finch] Youth like a summer morn <h3 id="id10489" style="margin-top: 3em">SECTION IX</h3> <h5 id="id10490">CONVERSATIONAL PHRASES</h5> <h4 id="id10491" style="margin-top: 2em">A</h4> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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