U
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
V
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
W
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
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-cornered 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
Women with tongues like polar needles
Words as fresh as spring verdure
Words as soft as rain
Words like the gossamer film of the summer
Words sweet as honey from his lips distilled
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
Y
Yielding like melted snow
Yonder flimsy crescent, bent like an archer's bow above the
snowy summit
You are as gloomy tonight 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
Youth like a summer morn
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