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| Bare as lies the mirrored moon in silver sleeping seas. | 1 |
| Barren as a desolate moor. | 2 |
| Beautiful as dawn in Heaven. | 3 |
| Beauty,—like a beacon burns above the dark of strife. | 4 |
| Brims with bliss, as a valley brims with life in spring-tide hours. | 5 |
| Cling, like bees about a flower’s wine-cup. | 6 |
| Cold as the night-dews on the world. | 7 |
| Cold as a fireless hearth. | 8 |
| Dark as it were dipped in the death-shadow. | 9 |
| A face, like nestling luxury of flowers. | 10 |
| Fair as the spirit of the evening star. | 11 |
| Fervent as Hesper in the brow of Eve. | 12 |
| Floats like an Ark safely through all the deluge of the dark. | 13 |
| Fluttered like a lark. | 14 |
| The flowers fold their cups like praying hands. | 15 |
| Fresh as the drop of dew cradled at morn. | 16 |
| Full of fragrant love as May’s musk-roses are of morning’s wine. | 17 |
| Gay as lover to the altar. | 18 |
| Glorious as the rainbow’s birth. | 19 |
| Glowed like angels in the sun. | 20 |
| Glowed like a watch fire in the Wilderness. | 21 |
| Glowing imperial as the sun-toucht rose. | 22 |
| She is graceful as the greenly waving boughs in summer wind. | 23 |
| That grows with gazing on, like lover’s beauty. | 24 |
| Hung like heaven around. | 25 |
Happy as the Bird whose nest
Is heaven’d in the heart of purple Hills. | 26 |
| The heart is like an instrument whose strings steal nobler music from life’s mystic frets. | 27 |
| Hid like incense in a flower’s heart. | 28 |
| Hushed like an infant on its mother’s breast. | 29 |
Came kissing like rich airs from secret shores
To those who sail into the eternal dawn. | 30 |
| Lavish, as all the dew were turn’d to gems. | 31 |
| Lies like a smile of sunshine among lilies. | 32 |
| Happy light, like those dream-smiles which are the speech of sleep. | 33 |
| Lightly as swimming shadows dusk the lake. | 34 |
| Lusty as leaves in June. | 35 |
| Merry as spring groves full of birds. | 36 |
| Mournful as the dancing of dead leaves. | 37 |
| Numerous as a night of stars. | 38 |
| Pale as a lily crowned with moonlight. | 39 |
| Pale as a pearl. | 40 |
| Piteous as a spirit wailing in a world of tears. | 41 |
| Pitiless as the grave. | 42 |
| Quiet, as of dreaming Trees. | 43 |
| Returning like dew that hath been to heaven, dropping in rain. | 44 |
| Rich as a Millais in its tint and tone. | 45 |
| My heart rings out in music, like a lark hung in the charmed palace of the morn. | 46 |
| Sad as the shriek of the midnight blast. | 47 |
| Sad as wailing winds. | 48 |
| Shone like Joshua’s sun. | 49 |
| Silent as the sleeping seas. | 50 |
| Silvery as a song. | 51 |
| Her smile as sunshine on a ripening land. | 52 |
| Its smile is as a thankful hymn. | 53 |
| Smiled like a paradise. | 54 |
| The burthened heart should soar in mirth like Morn’s young prophet-lark. | 55 |
| Soft as light-fall on unfolding flowers. | 56 |
| Sprang like a lily from the dirt of poverty. | 57 |
| Stern as a mailed knight that had been grappling death. | 58 |
| Stern as the noon of night. | 59 |
| Love’s sweet mystery stirring at their hearts, like first spring motions in the veins o’ the flowers. | 60 |
| Strong as a sea-swell. | 61 |
| Sweet as first love. | 62 |
| Sweet as first spring violets. | 63 |
| Swift as runs a wind-wave over grass. | 64 |
| Tender as a summer heaven. | 65 |
Thick
As starry mysteries written on the night. | 66 |
| Thronged like a shower of gold king-cups in meadows sunny. | 67 |
| Toiled like branded slaves. | 68 |
| Upborne, like Aphrodite upon a meadowy swell of emerald sea. | 69 |
| Vanish like a dew-drop in a rose. | 70 |
| Waved like blessing hands. | 71 |
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