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Gleams like a naked sword. Anonymous | 1 |
Gleamed like fireflies. Anonymous | 2 |
Gleamed like gold from the evening rays. Anonymous | 3 |
Gleam like sunny heavens. Anonymous | 4 |
Gleaming like the chamomile. Arabian Nights | 5 |
Gleamed as the lightning glitters against the murky night. Edwin Arnold | 6 |
Gleamed like a praying-carpet at the foot of those divinest altars. Edwin Arnold | 7 |
Gleam like glass. Philip James Bailey | 8 |
Gleaming like the white moonlight. Philip James Bailey | 9 |
Gleaming like a flash of lightning. Honoré de Balzac | 10 |
Gleamed upon the water like a bride at her looking-glass. R. D. Blackmore | 11 |
Gleamed like star-motes in the milky-way. Mathilde Blind | 12 |
Gleameth like a seraph sword. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 13 |
Glare Like gates of hell. Robert Browning | 14 |
Gleamed like Saint Sophias dome when all the faithful troop to morning prayer. Robert Browning | 15 |
Gleam
like the phosphor of the foam upon the shore. Robert Buchanan | 16 |
Gleams, like a seraph from the sky descending. Lord Byron | 17 |
Gleams like flint. Madison Cawein | 18 |
Gleam Like the bright rainbow on an evening stream. Samuel Taylor Coleridge | 19 |
Golden gleams, Like the bright miracles we see in dreams. Julia C. R. Dorr | 20 |
Gleaming like shot silk in the sunshine. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | 21 |
Gleamed like the flocks of cloudlets bright in sunny air at morn. Frederick William Faber | 22 |
Gleamed
like sapphires in the mid-day hours. Paul Ferroll | 23 |
Gleamed as funeral lamps in a sepulchral chamber. Gustave Flaubert | 24 |
The sand
gleamed like mica dust. Théphile Gautier | 25 |
Gleamed
like a star beam, one star beam of some high predominant star. Arthur Henry Hallam | 26 |
Gleamed and shone, like a splinter of daylight downward thrown. William Wallace Harney | 27 |
Gleams, like to the angels sword. Charles Harpur | 28 |
Gleams like an angel-market. William Ernest Henley | 29 |
Gleams like a diamond on a dancing girl. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 30 |
Gleam like gold. Philander Chase Johnson | 31 |
Gleaming like rose-hued pearls below the wave. Frances Anne Kemble | 32 |
Gleam like pale wells of precious malachite. Frances Anne Kemble | 33 |
Gleams like a dream in his face. Henry. C. Kendall | 34 |
Gleam like the golden flash of a moon-lit stream. Letitia Elizabeth Landon | 35 |
Gleams like the taper in the blaze of day. Robert Lloyd | 36 |
Like a river, frozen and star-lit, gleamed his coat of mail. Henry W. Longfellow | 37 |
Gleamed like a grate of brass. Henry W. Longfellow | 38 |
Gleamed on the hillside like a patch of snow. Henry W. Longfellow | 39 |
Gleam, like midnights boreal dances. James Russell Lowell | 40 |
Gleamed like moonshine on wet sands. George MacDonald | 41 |
Gleam, like drifted gold in summers cloudless beam. James Montgomery | 42 |
Gleamd, like the meteors of a northern sky. James Montgomery | 43 |
Gleam like the pearls that sprinkle A virgins golden hair. Nanakkash | 44 |
Gleamed like the young moons crescent. Pilpay | 45 |
Gleam, like a glow-worm in the night. T. Buchanan Read | 46 |
Gleams like a rising harvest moon. T. Buchanan Read | 47 |
Gleams like the galleon rare of an Argonauts dreams. James Whitcomb Riley | 48 |
Gleams like a beacon from afar. Christina Georgina Rossetti | 49 |
Gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 50 |
Gleam like the white effigies on tombs in dim cathedrals. Alexander Smith | 51 |
Lurid gleam, like the reflection of a sulphur fire. Robert Southey | 52 |
Gleams as a ghosts glory in dreams. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 53 |
Gleam broad as the brows of the billows that brighten the storm with their crests. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 54 |
Gleam like a cloud the westering sun stains red Till all the blood of days blithe heart be bled And all nights heart requickened. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 55 |
Gleams like springs green bloom on boughs all gaunt and gnarry. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 56 |
Gleam Like the green heights of sunset heaven. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 57 |
Gleam like a brooklet, whose bed is all unshaded. Carmen Sylva | 58 |
Gleam like sea-mists oer the plain. Bayard Taylor | 59 |
Gleamed like fancy made of golden air. Alfred Tennyson | 60 |
Gleam like the rosy east. William Thomson | 61 |
Gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun, or like the pearly inside of a shell. Henry D. Thoreau | 62 |
Gleaming like a sea. Virgil | 63 |
Gleams like an angry lions eye. Oscar Wilde | 64 |
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