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


Shone like a glowworm’s head.

Shines like armor.

Shines like burnished metal.

Shines like fire in cat’s eye.

Shines like frost in the moonlight.

Shine like immortals.

Shone like the bristles of a blacking-brush.

Shines like the gleam of a sword.

Shone like the jetty down on the black hogs of Hassaqua.

Shone like polished ebony.

Shone like satin.

Shines like shot silk in the sunshine.

Shining like glowing flame.

Shine at all points like a constellation.
—Philip James Bailey

Shine like a diamond on a dead man’s hand.
—Philip James Bailey

Shine through them as live coals through ashes.
—Philip James Bailey

Shine as Phœbus doth in a May morning.
—Alexander Barclay

Shine like dragon’s scales.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

Shines like a newly lit flame.
—Josh Billings

Shone like a cherry by candle-light.
—R. D. Blackmore

She shines like the birch in the sunlight’s play.
—Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen

Shine like jet.
—Charlotte Brontë

Shone like flames blown in the wind.
—O. M. Brown

Like yealow flowres and grasse farre off, in one;
Or like the mixture nature doth display
Upon the quaint wings of the popinjay.
—William Browne

Shine like the sun in the firmament of heaven.
—John Bunyan

Shone as seraphs shine.
—Lord Byron

Shines like a phosphoric sea.
—Lord Byron

Shines like snow.
—Lord Byron

Shining like a bed of daffodils.
—Alice Cary

Shine like red buttons set on a holiday coat.
—Alice Cary

Shoon as the burned gold.
—Geoffrey Chaucer

Shine as brighte as sunne.
—Thomas Churchyard

Shining out like the gold that ’d been purged of its dross.
—Eliza Cook

Shine like gleams which sparkle in the crowns of kings barbaric.
—John Gilbert Cooper

Shine, like a veil before a holy shrine.
—Mrs. E. M. H. Cortissoz

Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows down Virtue’s manly cheek for other’s woes.
—Erasmus Darwin

Shine out like the spine of a frosty hill in the wintry sun.
—Aubrey De Vere

Shine out like flowering meads in spring.
—Aubrey De Vere

Shine like cherub’s cheeks.
—Charles Dickens

Stalks shine
Like the burnished spears of a field of gold.
—Paul Laurence Dunbar

Shines like a beau in a new birthday suit.
—Henry Fielding

Shining as a saint on a holy pyx.
—Gustave Flaubert

Shine in heav’n as bright
As doth the sun in his transcendent might.
—Giles Fletcher

Shine as bright as smiling day.
—Giles Fletcher

The winking buttons on the gown
Shone like the lamps of London Town.
—Norman Gale

On prince or bride no diamond stone
Half so gracious ever shone,
As the light of enterprise
Beaming from a young man’s eyes.
—Shraz Hfiz (Emerson)

The wistful stars
Shine like good memories.
—William Ernest Henley

Shone like the evening star.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Shone like Jove’s own lightning.
—Homer (Pope)

Shone like an aureole round the head of some modern saint.
—Alfred Edward Housman

Their souls shine like living torches.
—James Huneker

Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel.
—John Keats

Shone like a friendly twinkling star.
—Frances Anne Kemble

Shining as the Alps, when that the sun
Gems their pale robes with diamonds.
—Frances Anne Kemble

The pile of fish … shone like a dump of fluid silver.
—Rudyard Kipling

A smouldering fire, shining like lamps through rents in sepulchres.
—Sigmund Krasinski

Shone like an illuminated letter.
—Richard Le Gallienne

Lakes … shining like polished mirrors.
—Charles James Lever

Shone beneath, as the fire shines through the ashes.
—George Henry Lewes

Shone like ocean’s snowy foam.
—John Leyden

Shine as immortal poems.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Shining like the Sunne in earth.
—John Lyly

Shone like Joshua’s sun.
—Gerald Massey

Shone like love’s eyes soft with tears.
—Joaquin Miller

Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
—John Milton

Shine sweetly through the gloom,
Like glimpses of eternal day beyond the tomb.
—James Montgomery

Like golden ingots from a fairy mine.
—Thomas Moore

Shine like Nereïd’s hair.
—Thomas Moore

Shine like a goldsmith’s shop in Cheapside.
—Thomas Nabbes

Shine, like woodland flowers which paint the desert glades,
And waste their sweetness in unfrequented shades.
—Ambrose Philips

Shines like rotten wood.
—Sir Walter Raleigh

Gleam and shine
Like jewels in a stream of wine.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Shone like a keen Damascus blade.
—Clinton Scollard

As gloriously as the Venus of the sky.
—William Shakespeare

Shone like mountains in the morn.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Shine like obelisks of fire.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Shine like pyramids of fire.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Shone like the reflex of a thousand minds.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Shone like a sunbeam.
—William Sotheby

Shone like a single star, serene in a night of darkness.
—Robert Southey

Shone like silver in the sunshine.
—Robert Southey

Shone like the brook that o’er its pebbled course runs glittering gayly to the noontide sun.
—Robert Southey

Shone like the waves that glow around a midnight keel in liquid light.
—Robert Southey

Shyne as brightest skye.
—Edmund Spenser

Shone as heaven’s light.
—Edmund Spenser

Shined far away, like glancing light of Phœbus’ brightest ray.
—Edmund Spenser

Shone and shivered like wings of angels blown by the sun’s breath.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shines as a cloud-constraining star.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shone like a burning brand.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shone like a drop of dew.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shining like all April in one day.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shining like a sunbeam-smitten tear.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shone like the star that shines down storm.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shine sweet like stars when darkness feels them strong.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shone like suns aglow.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Shone like isles of tawny gold.
—Bayard Taylor

Like a sheathless sabre … shines.
—Bayard Taylor

Shines like fires in swamps.
—Alfred Tennyson

Shone as a wintry sun.
—Frederick Tennyson

Shine as the brightness of the firmament.
—Old Testament

Shone like silver threads in tangles blown.
—Maurice Thompson

Shone like the robe of a queen.
—Walter Thornbury

Shin’d like molten glass.
—Henry Vaughan

Shine like fairy flags unfurled.
—Theodore Watts-Dunton

Shines like burnished brass.
—Paul Wiggens

Shines as calmly as some distant star.
—Sarah Williams

Shine, eminent as a planet’s light.
—N. P. Willis