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


Gone as a gone goose.

Gone as a shadow goes.
—R. D. Blackmore

Gone as evanescent cloudlands.
—Mathilde Blind

Gone, like traces on the deep,
Like a spectre grasp’d in sleep,
Dews inhal’d from morning glades,
Melting snows, and gliding shades.
—Henry Brooke

Quite gone … like a lost star.
—Robert Browning

Gone … like ice on a June day.
—Thomas Carlyle

Gone into their snares like a thread into a needle.
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Gone, like a vapor which the potent morn kills, and in killing glorifies.
—David Gray

Gone like the bubble that bursts in the sun;
Gone like the grain when the reaper is done;
Gone like the dew on the fresh morning grass;
Gone without parting farewell; and alas!
Gone with a flavor of hydrogen gas!
—Bret Harte

Gone like the locust band, when whirlwinds bear
Their flimsy legions through the waste of air.
—Reginald Heber

Gone, like smoke dissolved in air.
—Aaron Hill

Gone, like the tenants that quit without warning,
Down the back entry of time.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Gone, like the spray.
—Charles Kingsley

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
—George Linley

Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the river,
As the mist from off the meadow.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Gane, like the flowers o’ spring awa’, or like a vision perished.
—Alexander McLaughlan

Seen no more,
Gone, like the wind that raised the wave,
The spent wave on the shore.
—George Meredith

Gone like a meteor.
—Thomas Moore

Gone, like the thoughts that once were ours.
—Thomas Moore

Gone like all things else that men set life upon.
—F. W. H. Myers

To-day we are here, to-morrow gone, like the shadow that vanisheth, like the grass that withereth, or like the flower that fadeth; or indeed like anything, or rather like nothing.
—Thomas Otway

Gone, as an angel’s wing through an opening cloud is seen, and then withdrawn.
—John Pierpont

Gone as soon as a grain of corn thrown to an ant.

Gone as an unreturning river.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever.
—Sir Walter Scott

Gone like the bloom upon the heather.
—J. B. Selkirk

Gone, as they never had been.
—Bayard Taylor

Gone like shadow when it declineth.
—Old Testament

Your early splendor’s gone
Like stars into a cloud withdrawn—
Like music laid asleep
In dried up fountains.
—William Wallace

Gone, like the summer lightning’s gleam.
—Frank Waters

As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

The red man has gone like the mist on the air.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Gone as a cloud faded into the sky.
—William Butler Yeats