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| Beautiful as April rains. | 1 |
| Black as the mine. | 2 |
| Blithe as finches sing. | 3 |
| Blithe as shepherd at a wake. | 4 |
| Bountiful as April rains. | 5 |
| Bright as orient morn. | 6 |
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. | 7 |
| Cheerful as the day. | 8 |
| Conspicuous as the brightness of a star. | 9 |
| Dear as freedom is. | 10 |
| As dreadful as the Manichean god. | 11 |
| Drowsy as the clicking of a clock. | 12 |
| Dumb as a senator. | 13 |
| Durable as yonder spheres. | 14 |
Like a coy maiden, Ease, when courted most, Furtherest retiresan idol, at whose shrine Who oftnest sacrifice are favourd least. | 15 |
| Elegant as simplicity. | 16 |
Fades Like the fair flowr dishevelld in the wind. | 17 |
Fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. | 18 |
| Fatal as the scythe of death. | 19 |
| Fled like a dream. | 20 |
| Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth. | 21 |
Forlorn As midnight, and despairing of a morn. | 22 |
Fresh and as gay As the fairest and sweetest, that blow On the beautiful bosom of May. | 23 |
Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder. | 24 |
Gay, As the fairest and sweetest, that blow On the beautiful bosom of May. | 25 |
| Harmless as an infants play. | 26 |
| Indistinct, like language uttered in a dream. | 27 |
| Lenient as soft opiates to the mind. | 28 |
| A hand as libral as the light of day. | 29 |
Lust, like a lawless headlong flood, Impregnated with ooze and mud, Descending fast on every side, Once mingles with the sacred tide, Farewell the soul-enlivning scene! The banks that bore a smiling green, With rank defilement overspread, Bewail their flowry beauties dead. | 30 |
| Meek as the man Moses. | 31 |
| Pleasant as youth with all its blossoms crownd. | 32 |
| Progressive as a stream. | 33 |
| As rare almost as hedge-rows in the wild. | 34 |
| Rose like a kite. | 35 |
| Severe as vengeance. | 36 |
| Shifting, like the weather. | 37 |
| Silently as a dream. | 38 |
Man in society is like a flowr, Blown in its native bed. Tis there alone His facilities expanded in full bloom Shine out, there only reach their proper use. | 39 |
| Soft as the passing wind. | 40 |
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry cleaves close to and protects Sins rotten trunk, concealing its defects. | 41 |
| Sturdy as a wild asss colt. | 42 |
| Swifter than a shadow flee. | 43 |
| Transient
as is the fleeting hour. | 44 |
Trembling, as if eternity were hung In balance on his conduct. | 45 |
Tremble, as the creatures of an hour Ought at the view of almighty powr. | 46 |
| Trivial as a parrots prate. | 47 |
| True as a needle to the pole. | 48 |
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. | 49 |
| Useless as a candle in a skull. | 50 |
Wan, Like a fat squab upon a Chinese fan. | 51 |
| Warm as ecstasy. | 52 |
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