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Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.


Fluttered like a dead leaf in a blast.
—Philip James Bailey

Fluttered like a winged asp.
—Philip James Bailey

Fluttering like a raven wounded.
—R. D. Blackmore

Its meaning flutters in me like a flame under my own breath.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Fluttering, like dumb creatures before storms.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Fluttered like a tame bird, in among its forest brothers far too strong for it.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Flutter … like sparrows round an owl.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Flutters up and down like a butterfly in a garden.
—Samuel Butler

Flutters as wing’d with joy.
—Lord Byron

Flutters as an unreal shadow.
—Thomas Carlyle

Flutterings as in a slumbering aviary.
—Alphonse Daudet

Fluttered like a bird with broken wings.
—Charles Dickens

Flutter like snowflakes.
—Hamlin Garland

Fluttering like a piece of gold leaf.
—William Hazlitt

Fluttered noiseless as a flame.
—Josiah Gilbert Holland

Fluttering like new-mown hay.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Flutter like a flickering, dying lamp.
—Sigmund Krasinski

Fluttered like a lark.
—Gerald Massey

Flutters like a bird fresh caught.
—Mary Russell Mitford

Fluttering like a prisoned bird.
—Lewis Morris

Flutters like a flower
Along the glory of the hills.
—John Payne

Made my own heart flutter as a bird that beats for freedom at the bars that prison it.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Fluttering like pigeons.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti

I flutter like a child after her mother.

Fluttered, like a vision.
—Friedrich von Schiller

Like snow-coloured petals
Of blossoms that flee
From storm that unsettles
The flower as the tree
They flutter.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fluttering like spent fire.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fluttered like a callow lark,
With dim fore-feeling of the azure free,
Sustaining wing and strength of songful glee.
—Bayard Taylor

Like an angel’s pinion, fluttereth.
—John T. Trowbridge