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Soft as the satin fringe that shades the eyelids of thy fragrant maids. Thomas Bailey Aldrich | 1 |
Soft as the broken solar beam, That trembles in the solar stream. Anacreon | 2 |
Soft as misted star. Mary Louisa Anderson | 3 |
Soft and creamy as a charlotte russe. Anonymous | 4 |
Soft and supple as ladys glove. Anonymous | 5 |
Soft as a Dartmoor bog. Anonymous | 6 |
Soft as a flute. Anonymous | 7 |
Soft as a government job. Anonymous | 8 |
Soft as a jelly fish. Anonymous | 9 |
Soft as a shadow. Anonymous | 10 |
Soft as foot can fall. Anonymous | 11 |
Soft as marshmallows. Anonymous | 12 |
Soft as mush. Anonymous | 13 |
Soft as pudding. Anonymous | 14 |
Soft as sad music. Anonymous | 15 |
Soft as showers that fall on April meads. Anonymous | 16 |
Soft as soap. Anonymous | 17 |
Soft as the evening wind murmuring among willows. Anonymous | 18 |
Soft as the hands of indolence. Anonymous | 19 |
Soft as the murmurs of a virgins sigh. Anonymous | 20 |
Delicately soft as the sand that has been trod on by dainty seraphs. Anonymous | 21 |
Soft as the snow on the sea. Anonymous | 22 |
Soft as zephyr of a summer sky. Anonymous | 23 |
Softly as a milk tooth leaving a babys gum. Anonymous | 24 |
Softly as on ice that will scarcely bear. Anonymous | 25 |
Softly
like the footfalls of departed spirits. Anonymous | 26 |
Soft as silk in her touch. Arabian Nights | 27 |
Soft as threaded pearls. Arabian Nights | 28 |
Softer than zephyrs wing. Arabian Nights | 29 |
Soft as the breath of even. Harriet Auber | 30 |
Thy sweet words drop upon the ear as soft as rose leaves on a wall. Philip James Bailey | 31 |
Softly sublime like lightnings in repose. Philip James Bailey | 32 |
Soft as the sunlight. William Cox Bennett | 33 |
Softly like a stream of oil. William Browne | 34 |
Soft voice as a laughing dream. R. D. Blackmore | 35 |
Soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers. R. D. Blackmore | 36 |
Soft as the dew on flowers of spring, Sweet as the hidden drops that swell their honey-throated chalicing. Robert Bridges (English) | 37 |
Soft as Muses string. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 38 |
Soft as a mothers kiss. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 39 |
Soft as a silent hush. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 40 |
Softly, as the last repenting drops Of a thunder-shower. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 41 |
Soft as a sofa. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 42 |
Soft as wool. Robert Burton | 43 |
Soft as the murmurs of a virgins sigh. William Byrd | 44 |
Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest. Lord Byron | 45 |
Soft as the gentler breathing of the lute. Lord Byron | 46 |
Soft as the houri strings his long entrancing note. Lord Byron | 47 |
Soft as the melody of youthful days. Lord Byron | 48 |
Soft as the memory of buried love. Lord Byron | 49 |
Soft as the unfledged birdling when at rest. Lord Byron | 50 |
Soft as the eyes of a girl. Wilfred Campbell | 51 |
Soft as a bed of roses blown. Thomas Carew | 52 |
Soft as duffel. Thomas Carlyle | 53 |
Soft as sunset. Thomas Carlyle | 54 |
Soft as snow that falls on snow. Alice Cary | 55 |
Soft as a bank of moss. Robert Cawdray (A Treasurie or Store-house of Similies, 1600) | 56 |
Soft as love. James Cawthorn | 57 |
Soft as silence. William Ellery Channing | 58 |
Soft as the breath of morn in bloom of spring. Thomas Chatterton | 59 |
Soft as the cooing of the turtle dove. Thomas Chatterton | 60 |
Soft as the moss where hissing adders dwell. Thomas Chatterton | 61 |
Softe as the sommer flowrets. Thomas Chatterton | 62 |
As soft as honey-dew. Samuel Taylor Coleridge | 63 |
Soft as the passing wind. William Cowper | 64 |
Soft as the breath of a sleeper. Isa Craig | 65 |
Soft, his accents fill, like voices of departed friends heard in our dreams, or music in the air, when night-spirits warble their magic minstrelsy. Richard Cumberland | 66 |
Soft as pity. George Darley | 67 |
Soft as the murmurs of a weeping spring. Sir William Davenant | 68 |
As soft and sleek as girlish cheek. Austin Dobson | 69 |
Soft as a babys breath. Julia C. R. Dorr | 70 |
Soft as spirits sigh. Julia C. R. Dorr | 71 |
Soft as summer. Ernest Dowson | 72 |
Soft as prayer. Ernest Dowson | 73 |
Skin as soft as Naples silk. Michael Drayton | 74 |
Soft as Lempster wool. Michael Drayton | 75 |
Soft and caressing as a melody. Alexandre Dumas, père | 76 |
Soft as a whisper. George Du Maurier | 77 |
Soft
like a whispered dream of sleeping music. George Eliot | 78 |
Soft as pattering drops that fall from off the eaves in fancy dance when clouds are breaking. George Eliot | 79 |
Soft and fluid as a cloud on the air. Ralph Waldo Emerson | 80 |
Soft as the songs of some shy hidden bird From the low fields of woodlands nightly heard. Frederick William Faber | 81 |
Soft as the voice of summers evening gale. William Falconer | 82 |
Soft as love. William Falconer | 83 |
Soft as the breath of distant flutes at hours When silent evening closes up the flowers. John Gay | 84 |
Soft as when Venus stroked the beard of Jove. John Gay | 85 |
Soft as the stringed harps moan. Gerald Griffin | 86 |
Soft as is the falling thistle downe. Joseph Hall | 87 |
Cheeks, soft as Septembers rose Blushing but faintly on its faltering stem. Paul Hamilton Hayne | 88 |
Soft as silkworms. Stephen Hawes | 89 |
Soft as the whisper shut within a shell. William Ernest Henley | 90 |
Soft as jelly. Thomas Heywood | 91 |
Soft as sleep. Hesiod | 92 |
Soft as pity, and as blest. Aaron Hill | 93 |
Soft as upper air. Aaron Hill | 94 |
Soft as rain. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 95 |
As soft as swans down. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 96 |
Soft as the moonbeams when they sought Endymions fragrant bower. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 97 |
Soft as a flute. Thomas Hood | 98 |
Soft as flowers. Thomas Hood | 99 |
Sounds upon the air most soothing soft, Like humming bees busy about the brooms. Thomas Hood | 100 |
Soft as a dream of beauty. Richard Hovey | 101 |
Soft as the division in the wool of a sheep. Victor Hugo | 102 |
Soft as loves first word. Jean Ingelow | 103 |
Soft
as cob-webs. Ben Jonson | 104 |
Soft as cream. Jean Ingelow | 105 |
Soft as Memnons harp at morning. John Keble | 106 |
Soft as imprisond martyrs deathbed calm. John Keble | 107 |
Soft as the face of maid. Frederic L. Knowles | 108 |
Soft as a dying violet-breath. Sidney Lanier | 109 |
Soft and still, like birds half hidden in a nest. Henry W. Longfellow | 110 |
Soft as velvet. John Lydgate | 111 |
Soft as silke. John Lyly | 112 |
Soft as the swan-down where Summer sleeps. George Mac-Henry | 113 |
Soft as the sighings of the gale, that wakes the flowery year. David Mallet | 114 |
Soft as dew-drops when they settle In a fair flowers open petal. Philip B. Marston | 115 |
Soft as light-fall on unfolding flowers. Gerald Massey | 116 |
Soft and thick as a feather bed. Guy de Maupassant | 117 |
Soft as a kiss. Joaquin Miller | 118 |
Soft as moonlight. Mary Russell Mitford | 119 |
Soft as evening oer the ocean, When she charms the waves to rest. James Montgomery | 120 |
Soft as in moments of bliss long ago. Thomas Moore | 121 |
Soft as lightning in May. Thomas Moore | 122 |
Soft as the back of a swan. Thomas Nash | 123 |
Soft as angels. Thomas Otway | 124 |
Soft as a babys cheek. Thomas Nelson Page | 125 |
Soft as twin-violets moist with early dew. Andrew Park | 126 |
Her voice
soft as Zephyr sighs on morning lilys cheek. Robert Pollok | 127 |
Soft as yielding air. Matthew Prior | 128 |
Soft as a pillow. William B. Rands | 129 |
Soft as angels wings. James Whitcomb Riley | 130 |
Soft as a sunny shadow When day is almost done. Christina Georgina Rossetti | 131 |
Soft as musics measure. Christina Georgina Rossetti | 132 |
Soft as spring. Dante Gabriel Rossetti | 133 |
Soft as the gleam after sunset That hangs like a halo of grace Where the daylight had died in the valley. A. J. Ryan | 134 |
Soft as air. William Shakespeare | 135 |
Soft as sinews of the new-born babe. William Shakespeare | 136 |
Soft as the doves down. William Shakespeare | 137 |
Soft as the parasites silk. William Shakespeare | 138 |
Soft as young down. William Shakespeare | 139 |
Soft as an Incarnation of the Sun. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 140 |
Soft as sleep. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 141 |
Soft as the thoughts of budding love. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 142 |
Softer than the West winds sigh. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 143 |
Soft as the wild ducks tender young, that floats on Avons tide. William Shenstone | 144 |
Soft as a spirit prayer. Seba Smith | 145 |
Soft as a man with a dead child speaks. Carl Stanburg | 146 |
Whispering soft, like the last low accents of an expiring saint. Laurence Sterne | 147 |
Soft like the waxe, each image shall receive. Earl of Stirling | 148 |
Soft as pap. Jonathan Swift | 149 |
Softer than the dawn. Jonathan Swift | 150 |
Soft and listless as the slumber-stricken air. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 151 |
Soft as a low long sigh. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 152 |
Soft as lip is soft to lip. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 153 |
Soft as at noon the slow seas rise and fall. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 154 |
Soft
as desire that prevails and fades. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 155 |
Soft as fire in dew. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 156 |
Soft as hate speaks within itself apart. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 157 |
Soft as heaven the stream that girdles hell. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 158 |
Soft as lips that laugh. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 159 |
Soft as oer her babe the smile of Mary. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 160 |
Soft as a weak wind blows. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 161 |
Soft as sleep sings in a tired mans ear. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 162 |
Soft as snow lights on her snow-soft flesh. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 163 |
Soft as swans plumes are. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 164 |
Borne soft as the babe from the bearing-bed. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 165 |
Soft
As the clouds and beams of night. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 166 |
Soft as the least waves lapse in a still small reach. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 167 |
Soft as the loosening of wound arms in sleep. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 168 |
Soft As thoughts of beauty sleeping. Arthur Symons | 169 |
Soft, as Heavens angelic messenger might touch the lips of prayer, and make them blest. Bayard Taylor | 170 |
Soft as lonely maidens thoughts on him she loves. Esaias Tegner | 171 |
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Alfred Tennyson | 172 |
Softer than oil. Old Testament | 173 |
Soft as satin. William Makepeace Thackeray | 174 |
Soft as a sleeping cat. Theocritus | 175 |
Soft as the nightingales harmonious woe, In dewy even-tide, when cowslips drop Their sleepy heads, and languish in the breeze. William Thomson | 176 |
Soft as the blowbell. Thomas Tickell | 177 |
Soft, like summer night. Mark Twain | 178 |
Soft as a peacock steps. Fazio degli Uberti | 179 |
The air as soft as lovers jest. Emanuel Von Giebel | 180 |
Soft as summer breeze. Samuel Ward | 181 |
Soft as the wind of spring-tide in the trees. Rosamund Marriott Watson | 182 |
Soft as fall of thistle-down. John Greenleaf Whittier | 183 |
Soft as the flow of an infants breath. John Greenleaf Whittier | 184 |
Soft as the landscape of a dream. John Greenleaf Whittier | 185 |
Soft as a ladys hand. Ella Wheeler Wilcox | 186 |
Soft as a cloud. William Wordsworth | 187 |
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