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


Sweet as odorous white lilies are.
—Oscar Fay Adams

Sweet as new-blown rose.
—Thomas Adams

Sweet as fresh fount to thirsty wanderer.

Sweet as a girl graduate.

Sweet as a nut.

Sweet as the infant spring.

Sweet as a rose.

Sweet and wholesome as a sprig of mignonette.

Sweet as a sugar plum.

Sweet as a vial of rose oil.

Kiss as sweet,
As cool fresh stream to bruised and weary feet.

Sweet as honey bee.

Sweet as honeysuckle.

Sweet as lilies in May.

As sweet as spring’s first song heard in the grove’s retreat.

Sweet as sugar.

Sweet as the cup of Circe.

Sweet as the harmonies of Spring.

Sweet as the liquid notes of a plover.

Sweet as the notes of a fountain.

Sweet as the perfume of roses.

Faintly sweet as the reapers hear a lark afar in the sky.

Sweet as the solemn sounds of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps.

Sweet as unblown hawthorn buds.

Sweet as maidens deckt and dight.
—Arabian Nights

Sweet as that which is forbidden.

Sweet as the last smile of sunset.
—Edwin Arnold

Sweeter than the comb its sweetness.
—Edwin Arnold

Sweet as the honeyed dews that drip from the budding lotus-flower.
—George Arnold

Sweet and calm as is a sister’s kiss.
—Philip James Bailey

Sweete as the infant spring.
—Scottish Ballad

Sweet as the joy which sorrow hushes.
—Honoré de Balzac

Sweet as new wine.
—John Baret

As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams.
—Francis Beaumont

Sweet as applause to the actor.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

As sweet as April.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

Sweet as the Spring.
—Beaumont and Fletcher

Sweet as the moonlight sleeping on the hills.
—Sir William S. Bennett

Sweet as the light of the stars.
—Robert Hugh Benson

Sweet as the look of a lover saluting the eyes of a maid.
—Ambrose Bierce

Sweet as odour of the upland thyme.
—Mathilde Blind

As sweet as perfumed shroud which the gay Roman maidens sewed for English Keats.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

As sweet as window-eglantine.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sweet, as when winter storms have ceased to chide.
—William Cullen Bryant

Sweeter than all perfumes.
—John Bunyan

Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn.
—Robert Burns

Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom.
—Robert Burns

Sweet as matrimony.
—Robert Burton

Sounds sweet as if a sister’s voice reproved.
—Lord Byron

Sweet as May.
—Thomas Carew

Sweet as the sundown.
—Bliss Carman

Sweet as the song of the wind in the rippling wheat.
—Madison Cawein

Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods.
—James Cawthorn

Sweet as the voice of thraslarks [Thrushes] in the spring.
—Thomas Chatterton

Sweete as is the brembul-flour
That bereth the rede hepe [Fruit of the dog rose].
—Geoffrey Chaucer

Sweet as pity.
—Hartley Coleridge

Sweet as the whispered breeze of evening.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge

As sweet as Western wind breathes from the violets’ fragrant beds.
—John Gilbert Cooper

Sweet as the hopes on which starv’d lovers feed.
—Sir William Davenant

Sweet as aerial chimes
Of flower-bells.
—John Davidson

Sweet as sails in summer sky.
—Lord De Tabley

Sweet as some immeasurable rose, expanding leaf on leaf.
—Aubrey De Vere

Sweet as Anadyomene rising from the sea.
—Dr. John Doran

Sweet as are the orchards, when the fruit is hanging ripe.
—Paul Laurence Dunbar

Sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Serenely sweet as vernal air.
—William Falconer

As sweet as a violet.
—John Ford

Sweet … as the new-mown hay.
—Sir William Schwenk Gilbert

Sweet as the vernal flow’r in early prime.
—Richard Glover

Sweet as the rosy morn in May.
—George Granville

Sweet as a youthful poet’s dream.
—Charles Gray

Sweet as the harps that hung by Babel’s stream.
—Judah HaLevi

Sweet as summer days that die when the months are in the bloom.
—William Wallace Harney

Sweet as tropic winds at night.
—Paul Hamilton Hayne

Sweet as the blossoms of the vine.
—Robert Herrick

Sweet as vestry of the oracles.
—Robert Herrick

Sweet as the sweetest song of bird on summer’s eve.
—D. M. Hervey

As sweet as dewy turf to wayworn feet.
—Emily H. Hickey

Sweet as new-blown breath of opening flow’rs.
—Aaron Hill

As a meadow at noon.
—Katherine Tynan Hinkson

Sweet as the breath from an odalisque’s fan.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Sweet as the dawn star.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Sweet as the first snow-drop, which the sunbeams greet.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes

Sweet as honey.
—Homer (Pope)

Sweet as scarlet strawberry under wet leaves hidden.
—Nora Hopper

Sweet as the hills.
—Richard Hovey

Sweet as a rosebud crowned with moss.
—Victor Hugo

Sweet as music.
—Victor Hugo

Sweet as the twilight notes of the thrush.
—Helen Hunt Jackson

Sweet as jasmine.

Sweet as the morning of life.

Sweet as drops of balme.
—Ben Jonson

Sweet as a muskrose upon new-made hay.
—John Keats

Sweet as blue heavens o’er enchanted isles.
—John Keats

Sweet as love.
—John Keats

Sweeter than the rill
To its old channel.
—John Keats

Sweet as a cat with syrup in its paws.
—Vaughan Kester

Sweet as mountain honey.
—Charles Kingsley

Sweet as the sigh of the spring gale.
—Letitia Elizabeth Landon

As sweet as a woman’s flashing eye.
—Lays of Ancient India

Sweet … as the sad spirit of the evening breezes.
—Emma Lazarus

Sweet as the sound of bells at evening.
—Richard Le Gallienne

Sweet as a bell in the woods.
—Amy Leslie

Sweet as morning dew upon a rose.
—Thomas Lodge

Sweet as the cadence of a poet’s song.
—John Logan

Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
—Henry W. Longfellow

Sweet as the songs of Sappho.
—Charles B. Loomis

Sweet as heaven’s image in an unrippled lake.
—George W. Lovell

Sweet as over new-born son the croon of new-made mother.
—James Russell Lowell

Sweet as the sweet tooth of a calfe.
—John Lyly

Sweet as the dew-drops of a wild rose.
—Edward Lysaght

Sweet as summer’s showers.
—George Mac-Henry

Sweet as seraph’s bliss.
—Walter Malone

Sweet as first love.
—Gerald Massey

Sweet as first spring violets.
—Gerald Massey

Sweet as Eden.
—George Meredith

Sweet as victory half-revealed.
—George Meredith

A secret sweet as songs of dawn
That linnets sing when mists are gone.
—Richard Monckton Milnes

Sweet as Angel accents.
—James Montgomery

Nothing half so sweet in life as Love’s young dream.
—Thomas Moore

As sweet as the rose-scented zephyr those do meet who near the happy islands of the blest.
—William Morris

Sweet as every-day sunshine.
—John Muir

Sweet, like an angel’s sigh.
—Mary R. Murphy

Sweet as the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountains.
—Thomas Otway

Sweet, like a silver whistle.

Sweet as the morning air.
—Benjamin F. Parker

Sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul.
—Coventry Patmore

Sweet as violet-borders growing over fountains over-flowing.
—Ambrose Philips

As sweet as mown grass in the even.
—Stephen Phillips

Sweet as the melody of swans, that lave their nestling pinions in the silver wave.

Music sweeter than the sweetest chime of magic bells by fairies set a-swinging.
—T. Buchanan Read

Sweet as blossoms after rain.
—Lizette Woodworth Reese

Sweet as the dew’s lip to the rose’s.
—James Whitcomb Riley

As sweet as the life of the lily.
—James Whitcomb Riley

As sweet as the soul of a babe.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Sweet as smiles to the lips that are pale.
—A. J. Ryan

Sweet as the dew-drops that fall on the roses in May.
—A. J. Ryan

Sweet as the Summer’s birds.
—A. J. Ryan

Sweet as the dreamings of the nightingales.
—Charles Sangster

Sweet as the note of a nightingale.

Sweet as Flora’s favorite flower.
—James Scadlock

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet as balm.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet, and musical,
As bright Apollo’s lute.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet as damask roses.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet as ditties highly penn’d,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer’s bower.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet as spring-time flowers.
—William Shakespeare

Sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes,
Or Cytherea’s breath.
—William Shakespeare

Sweet as a summer night without a breath.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet as if angels sang.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Her looks were sweet as Heaven’s when loveliest in Autumn eves.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet as the blossom is sweet.
—Frank Dempster Sherman

More sweet than the honey of the Hybla bees.
—Tobias Smollett

Sweet as the songs of homestead birds.
—Edmund Clarence Stedman

Sweet-hearted as a bird that takes the sun
With clear strong eyes and feels the glad god run
Bright through his blood and wide rejoicing wings,
And opens all himself to heaven and sings.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as April-clouded skies.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as a child’s heart-lightening laugh to hear.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet-souled as a dove.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as all the wide sweet south.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as death-annihilating song.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as dream’s delight.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet and comely as a dove’s throat strained out to sing.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as early kisses of a mouth
Scented like honey.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as hope’s first note of jubilation.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as life or death can be.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as rest.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

As running streams to men’s way-wearied feet.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as sound the moving wings of night.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet and good as summer air.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as forgiveness.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as night’s dim dawn to weariness.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the balm of sleep.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the change that leaves the world in flower when spring laughs winter down to deathward.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the dewfall.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the flower that itself is May.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the kiss wherewith sleep kisses pain.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional error.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the winds that beat
Round banks where Tyne is born.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as when earth was new.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

A sound more sweet than April’s flower-sweet rain.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweeter than joy-bells ringing.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.
—Arthur Symons

Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.
—Arthur Symons

Sweet as a vesper chime.
—Benjamin Franklin Taylor

Songs of love are sweeter than Bassora’s nightingales.
—Bayard Taylor

Sweet as a morn of Paradise.
—Bayard Taylor

Sweet as children’s prattle.
—Pamela Tennant

Sweet as new buds in spring.
—Alfred Tennyson

Sweet as honey.
—New Testament

Sweeter than honey to my mouth.
—New Testament

Sweet as the apple-blossoms.
—Celia Thaxter

Sweet and fresh
As the flower-skirted streams of Staffordshire.
—Celia Thaxter

Sweet as the music of Apollo’s lyre.
—Celia Thaxter

Sweet, as when Venus and Love went hand in hand.
—Maurice Thompson

Sweet as the early pipe along the dale.
—William Thomson

Sweeter than the waters of the Nile.
—Martin Farquhar Tupper

Sweet as the dawn star.
—Wilbur Underwood

Sweet as regret.
—Marie Van Vorst

Sweet is your strain to my ears, heavenly poet, as is sleep to tired limbs on the grass, as is the quenching of thirst in mid-day heat in the stream where sweet waters play.

Tinkling bell-notes falling sweet and cold as a stream’s cadence, while a skylark sings high in the blue.
—Rosamund Marriott Watson

Sweet as the maiden’s dream of love.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faint in the ear of our dreams.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Sweeter than the song of birds,
Is the thankful voice.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

A voice sweet as an angel’s.
—N. P. Willis

Sweet and joyful as the earliest note of the brown brilliant harbinger of spring.
—C. P. Wilson

Sweet as the faint, far-off, celestial tone of angel whispers, fluttering from on high.
—William Winter

Sweet as the lips that once you pressed.
—William Winter

Sweet as morning fragrance shed
From flowers.
—William Wordsworth

Sweet as the head of your cane.
—William Wycherley