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


A lip like Persuasion’s, calling on us to kiss it.

Lips just tinted like pink shells.

Lips that flamed like scarlet wine.

Lips like coralline.
—Arabian Nights

Dainty lips like double carnelian.
—Arabian Nights

Lips, as smooth and tender … as rose-leaves in a coppice wild.
—Thomas Ashe

Curving lips like wave half-furled.
—Alfred Austin

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
—Philip James Bailey

Music lives within thy lips like a nightingale in roses.
—Philip James Bailey

Her lippes, erst like the corall redde,
Did waxe both wan and pale.
—English Ballad

Lippes like roses dropping dew.
—English Ballad

Her lips were like pomegranate blossoms.
—Arlo Bates

A lip like ripest cherries.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

The Circassian damsel’s … lips are like taverns of wine.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

Curved like an archer’s bow to send the bitter arrows out.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Lips shook
Like a rose leaning o’er a brook,
Which vibrates though it is not struck.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Lips with such sweetness in their honeyed deeps
As fills the rose in which the fairy sleeps.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Lips like the red of Christmas holly.
—Frances Hodgson Burnett

Her lips are like the cherries ripe
That sunny walls of Boreas screen.
They tempt the taste and charm the sight.
—Robert Burns

Her lips like dewy rosebuds are.
—Wilfred Campbell

Lippes rede as rose.
—Geoffrey Chaucer

Her lips are like two budded roses whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh.
—Henry Constable

Lips gay like the rose.
—Lady Florence Dixie

Her lips are like the muscatel.
—Austin Dobson

Like rubies are created their two lips.

Lips as rounded as a cherry.
—Edmund Gosse

Lips like warm carnations.
—Edmund Gosse

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew,
Or like the purple of Narciss’ flower.
—Robert Greene

With lips, like hanging fruit, whose hue
Is ruby ’neath a bloom of blue.
—T. Gordon Hake

Lips that spoil the ruby’s praise.
—John Harrington

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
—Laurence Hope

A quiet smile played around his lips,
As the eddies and dimples of the tide play round the bows of ships.
—Henry W. Longfellow

That open like the morn, breathing perfumes,
On such as dare approach them.
—Philip Massinger

Lips … like a ripe raspberry.
—Catulle Mendès

Lips like the carmine’s ruddy glow.
—Francis S. Saltus

Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
—George Sandys

Lips … like roses ere they blow.
—John G. Saxe

Ruby lips … like rosebuds in spring.
—Stephen Smith

Her lips lyke cherries charming men to byte.
—Edmund Spenser

Lips like rose-petals blown apart.
—Frank L. Stanton

Lips like blood spilt on it.
—John M. Synge

Lips like the honeyed lips of Hylas.
—Bayard Taylor

Lips, parting like a loose bow, that just has launched its arrow.
—Bayard Taylor

My lips are like a thread of scarlet.
—Old Testament

His lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
—Old Testament

The red colour of her lips like that of a gourd.
—Vikram and the Vampire

From lips as the lips of Hylas sweet,
And moved like twin roses which zephyrs meet.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Through the open lips shone visibly a delicate line of pearl,
Like a white vein within a rosy shell.
—N. P. Willis

Lipp’d like a lily, and as white as it.
—N. P. Willis

Like sunset were her lips.
—William Butler Yeats