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Rage, rage ye tears, that never more should creep like hounds about God's footstool Ran like a young fawn Rattle in the ear like a flourish of trumpets Rays springing from the east like golden arrows Red as the print of a kiss might be Redolent with the homely scent of old-fashioned herbs and flowers Reflected each in the other like stars in a lake Refreshed like dusty grass after a shower Refreshing as descending rains to sunburnt climes Remote as the hidden star Restless as a blue-bottle fly on a warm summer's day Revealed his doings like those of bees in a glass hive Rich as the dawn Ride like the wind through the night Rivers that like silver threads ran through the green and gold of pasture lands Roared like mountain torrents Rolling it under the tongue as a sweet morsel Round my chair the children run like little things of dancing gold Ruddy as sunrise Ruddy his face as the morning light Ruffling out his cravat with a crackle of starch, like a turkey when it spreads its feathers Running to and fro like frightened sheep Rushing and hurrying about like a June-bug <h4 id="id10022" style="margin-top: 2em">S</h4> Sanctuaries where the passions may, like wild falcons, cover their faces with their wings Sayings that stir the blood like the sound of a trumpet Scattered love as stars do light Sea-gulls flying like flakes of the sea Sentences level and straight like a hurled lance Shadowy faces, known in dreams, pass as petals upon a stream Shake like an aspen leaf Shaken off like a nightmare Shapeless as a sack of wool Shattered like so much glass She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together She could summon tears as one summons servants She danced like a flower in the wind She disclaimed the weariness that dragged upon her spirits like leaden weights She exuded a faint and intoxicating perfume of womanliness, like a crushed herb She felt like an unrepentant criminal She fled like a spirit from the room She flounders like a huge conger-eel in an ocean of dingy morality She gave him a surprised look, like a child catching an older person in a foolish statement She gave off antipathies as a liquid gives off vapor She has great eyes like the doe She heard him like one in a dream She let the soft waves of her deep hair fall like flowers from Paradise She looked like a tall golden candle She looked like the picture of a young rapt saint, lost in heavenly musing She moved like mirth incarnate She nestles like a dove She played with a hundred possibilities fitfully and discursively as a musician runs his fingers over a key-board She played with grave cabinets as a cat plays with a mouse She saw this planet like a star hung in the glistening depths of even She seemed as happy as a wave that dances on the sea She shall be sportive as the fawn She stood silent a moment, dropping before him like a broken branch She that passed had lips like pinks She walked like a galley-slave She walks in beauty like the night She was as brilliant, and as hard too, as electric light She was silent, standing before him like a little statuesque figure Shining like the dewy star of dawn Shivering pine-trees, like phantoms Showy as damask-rose and shy as musk Shrill as the loon's call Shrivel like paper thrust into a flame Shy as the squirrel Sights seen as a traveling swallow might see them on the wing Silence deep as death Silence now is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er the still and pulseless world Silence that seemed heavy and dark; like a passing cloud Sinks clamorous like mill-waters at wild play Sits like the maniac on his fancied throne Skies as clear as babies' eyes Sleek and thick and yellow as gold Slender and thin as a slender wire Slowly as a tortoise Slowly as the finger of a clock, her shadow came Slowly moved off and disappeared like shapes breathed on a mirror and melting away Slowly, unnoted, like the creeping rust that spreads insidious, had estrangement come Small as a grain of mustard seed Smooth as a pond Smooth as the pillar flashing in the sun Snug as a bug in a rug Soaring as swift as smoke from a volcano springs So elusive that the memory of it afterwards was wont to come and go like a flash of light So my spirit beat itself like a caged bird against its prison bars in vain Soft as a zephyr Soft as sleep the snow fell Soft as Spring Soft as the down of the turtle dove Soft as the landscape of a dream Soft as the south-wind Soft in their color as gray pearls Soft vibrations of verbal melody, like the sound of a golden bell rung far down under the humming waters Some gleams of feeling pure and warm as sunshine on a sky of storm Some like veiled ghosts hurrying past as though driven to their land of shadows by shuddering fear Some minds are like an open fire—how direct and instant our communication with them Something divine seemed to cling around her like some subtle vapor Something resistant and inert, like the obstinate rolling over of a heavy sleeper after he has been called to get up Something sharp and brilliant, like the glitter of a sword or a forked flash of lightning Sorrowful eyes like those of wearied kine spent from the plowing [kine = cows] Spread like wildfire Squirrel-in-the-cage kind of movement Stamping like a plowman to shuffle off the snow Stared about like calves in a pen Steadfast as the soul of truth Steals lingering like a river smooth Still as death Stood like a wave-beaten rock Straight as a ray of light Straight as an arrow Streamed like a meteor through the troubled air Streamed o'er his memory like a forest flame Streaming tears, like pearl drops from a flint Striking with the force of an engine of destruction Strong as a bison Style comes, if at all, like the bloom upon fruit, or the glow of health upon the cheek Subtle as jealousy Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, flushing his brow Sudden sprays of rain, like volleys of sharp arrows, rattled gustily against the windows Suddenly, like death, the truth flashed on them Sunbeams flashing on the face of things like sudden smilings of divine delight Sunday mornings which seem to put on, like a Sabbath garment, an atmosphere of divine quietude Supple and sweet as a rose in bloom Sway like blown moths against the rosewhite flame Sweet as a summer night without a breath Sweet as music she spoke Sweet as the rain at noon Sweet as the smile of a fairy Swift as a swallow heading south Swift as lightning Swift as the panther in triumph Swifter than the twinkling of an eye <h4 id="id10134" style="margin-top: 2em">T</h4> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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