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Dead as Chelsea. Anonymous | 1 |
Dead as a man after two doctors have visited him. Anonymous | 2 |
Dead as leaves on a painted canvas. Anonymous | 3 |
Dead as mackerel. Anonymous | 4 |
Dead as the nail in a coffin. Anonymous | 5 |
Dead as the Roman Empire. Anonymous | 6 |
Dead as the wholesale district on Sunday. Anonymous | 7 |
Dead as Aristophanes. William Archer | 8 |
My sweetest child, Which like a flowr crushd with a blast, is dead. Sir John Beaumont | 9 |
Dead as a buried vestal whose whole strength Goes when the grate above shuts heavily. Robert Browning | 10 |
As dead to the life I once lived as if the Styx rolled between it and me. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 11 |
As dead to you as the dust of your fathers. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 12 |
Dead as a herring. Samuel Butler | 13 |
Dede as stoon. Geoffrey Chaucer | 14 |
Dead as Scrooges partner. Henry A. Clapp | 15 |
Dead as Julius Cæsar. Joseph Conrad | 16 |
Dead as Pharaoh. Charles Dickens | 17 |
Dead as a salmon in a fishmongers basket. George Farquhar | 18 |
Dead as charity. Nathaniel Field | 19 |
Dead as a perished delight. Josiah Gilbert Holland | 20 |
Dead as the bulrushes round little Moses, On the old banks of the Nile. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 21 |
Dead to sounds, as a ship out of soundings. Thomas Hood | 22 |
Dead as bricks. Thomas Hood | 23 |
More dead than Morpheus imaginings. John Keats | 24 |
Ded as a dore-nayle. William Langland | 25 |
Ded as dore-tree. William Langland | 26 |
Lies dead, As a corse on the sea-shore, whose spirit has fled. Henry W. Longfellow | 27 |
Dead as last years clothes in a fashionable fine ladys wardrobe. George Meredith | 28 |
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky. James Montgomery | 29 |
Dead as wood. Lewis Morris | 30 |
Dead as desire in the dead. Sydney Munden | 31 |
Dead as mutton. Charles Reade | 32 |
Dead as a dog that lieth in a ditch. Samuel Rowlands | 33 |
Dead as earth. William Shakespeare | 34 |
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. William Shakespeare | 35 |
Dead as night when stars wax dim. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 36 |
Dead as dreams of days that were Before the new-born world lay bare In heavens wide eye. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 37 |
Dead as the carvers figured throng. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 38 |
Dead as the dawns grey dew At high midnoon of the mounting day that mocks the might of the dawn it slew. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 39 |
Dead as yesterday. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 40 |
As dead and sapless as last months leaves. Sir Henry Taylor | 41 |
Dead as dreams. William Watson | 42 |
Dead as smelts. Daniel Webster | 43 |
Dead as the ropes of roses on St. James street. Israel Zangwill | 44 |
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