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His full heart ached with loves sweet pain Like a sealed fountain, charged with rain, That longs to sing in the summer air, Yet faints in the caverns of despair. | 1 |
| Away, like mists when winds arise. | 2 |
| Beats like a maniac drummer in mid-battle. | 3 |
| As black as the steeds of night. | 4 |
| Black as fiery Africas slaves. | 5 |
| Blind as the song of birds. | 6 |
| Bold as an embodied storm. | 7 |
| Bright as a cloud in the sunset air. | 8 |
| Burn like the red light of the setting sun. | 9 |
| Calm like the sleep of a soul that is blest. | 10 |
Ceaselessly, Like delicate hands that are clapped in glee. | 11 |
| Clung
like magnet to steel. | 12 |
| Her temper is as crabbed as a thorn. | 13 |
| Dazzle like a new-discovered star. | 14 |
| Droop, like unfolded wings half spread for flight. | 15 |
| Exhaustless as the choral founts of night. | 16 |
| Faithful as the star is to the night. | 17 |
| Flit like a swallow that stoops to lave its burnished bosom in the wave. | 18 |
| Gleam, like a glow-worm in the night. | 19 |
| Gleams like a rising harvest moon. | 20 |
| Glows like a golden group of buttercups. | 21 |
Glowed, like great archangels moving slow On some celestial road. | 22 |
| Grasp like a scourge. | 23 |
Hung like mists oer sleeping streams In uninhabitable lands. | 24 |
Like a leaf on a withering limb, The fluttering life still clung to him. | 25 |
Mad as the delirious dream Of one who, on an Indian stream Floating in a Morphean bark, Feeds on the charmèd lotus leaf. | 26 |
| Moan, like me who hath lost the last and best. | 27 |
| Murmurs, like the seas, dying uncomprehended. | 28 |
| Noiseless as sleep. | 29 |
| Noiseless as the years descend. | 30 |
| Noiseless as the owlets wing. | 31 |
Grew pallid and shrank, As a taper in sunlight sinks faint and aghast. | 32 |
| Pure and chaste as the falling snow. | 33 |
| Red as Mont Blanc at morning glows. | 34 |
| Red
as the forges mouth. | 35 |
Roar Like ocean battling with the shore. | 36 |
A silken rustle, Like the meeting of guests at a festival. | 37 |
| Secure, as evening shuts behind the day. | 38 |
| Shattered, as though they had stood a siege at Rome. | 39 |
Shrank, As a taper in sunlight sinks faint and aghast. | 40 |
| Sighing as April sighs for May. | 41 |
| As a swallow chases the summer, we sped. | 42 |
| Still as the hour of death. | 43 |
| Strong
as young Desire. | 44 |
Struggle, like a stricken hare When swoops the monarch bird of air. | 45 |
| Surely as Winter taketh all. | 46 |
| Sweep like bitter Norland gales. | 47 |
| Music sweeter than the sweetest chime of magic bells by fairies set a-swinging. | 48 |
| Swift as a cloud gust-driven from the sun. | 49 |
| Swift as a shadow oer the meadow grass chased by the sunshine. | 50 |
| Swift as signal fires. | 51 |
A Spectre, thin as that dismal flame That burns and beams, a moving lamp, Where the dreary fogs of night encamp. | 52 |
| Paths now lie together, as our footprints on the strand. | 53 |
Tossed like a fretted shallop-sail Between ocean and the gale. | 54 |
| Uncared for, like a useless wayside stone. | 55 |
| Vanished, like the writing from the sand. | 56 |
| Veiled like a nun. | 57 |
| Voice, low as the summer music of a brook. | 58 |
| Voiceless as a funeral train. | 59 |
| Was waked as by a bugle call. | 60 |
Worried, Like a tempest-driven bark. | 61 |
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