Пятнадцать тысяч полезных английских фраз. Часть VIII. Яркие сравнения. Виктор Евгеньевич Никитин

Пятнадцать тысяч полезных английских фраз. Часть VIII. Яркие сравнения - Виктор Евгеньевич Никитин


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      A face as imperturbable as fate

      A face as pale as wax

      A face tempered like steel

      A fatigued, faded, lusterless air, as of a caged creature

      A few pens parched by long disuse

      A figure like a carving on a spire

      A fluttering as of blind bewildered moths

      A giant galleon overhead, looked like some misty monster of the deep

      A glacial pang of pain like the stab of a dagger of ice frozen from a poisoned well

      A glance that flitted like a bird

      A great moon like a red lamp in the sycamore

      A grim face like a carved mask

      A hand icily cold and clammy as death

      A heart from which noble sentiments sprang like sparks from an anvil

      A jeweler that glittered like his shop

      A lady that lean'd on his arm like a queen in a fable of old fairy days

      A life, a Presence, like the air

      A life as common and brown and bare as the box of earth in the window there

      A light wind outside the lattice swayed a branch of roses to and fro,

      shaking out their perfume as from a swung censer

      A lightning-phrase, as if shot from the quiver of infallible wisdom

      A list of our unread books torments some of us like a list of murders

      A little breeze ran through the corn like a swift serpent

      A little weed-clogged ship, gray as a ghost

      A long slit of daylight like a pointing finger

      A memory like a well-ordered cupboard

      A mighty wind, like a leviathan, plowed the brine

      A mind very like a bookcase

      A mystery, soft, soothing and gentle, like the whisper of a child murmuring its happiness in its sleep

      A name which sounds even now like the call of a trumpet

      A note of despairing appeal which fell like a cold hand upon one's living soul

      A purpose as the steady flame

      A question deep almost as the mystery of life

      A quibbling mouth that snapped at verbal errors like a lizard catching flies

      A radiant look came over her face, like a sudden burst of sunshine on a cloudy day

      A reputation that swelled like a sponge

      A ruby like a drop of blood

      A shadow of melancholy touched her lithe fancies, as a cloud dims the waving of golden grain

      A silver moon, like a new-stamped coin, rode triumphant in the sky

      A slow thought that crept like a cold worm through all his brain

      A smile flashed over her face, like sunshine over a flower

      A soft and purple mist like a vaporous amethyst

      A soft haze, like a fairy dream, is floating over wood and stream

      A soul as white as heaven

      A sound like the throb of a bell

      A stooping girl as pale as a pearl

      A sudden sense of fear ran through her nerves like the chill of an icy wind

      A sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale

      A thin shrill voice like the cry of an expiring mouse

      A thing of as frail enchantment as the gleam of stars upon snow

      A vague thought, as elusive as the smell of a primrose

      A vanishing loveliness as tender as the flush of the rose leaf and as ethereal as the light of a solitary star

      A voice as low as the sea

      A voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows

      A white bird floats there, like a drifting leaf

      Against a sky as clear as sapphire

      Age, like winter weather

      Agile as a leopard

      Agitated like a storm-tossed ship

      Air like wine

      All around them like a forest swept the deep and empurpled masses of her tangled hair

      All like an icicle it seemed, so tapering and cold

      All my life broke up, like some great river's ice at touch of spring

      All silent as the sheeted dead

      All sounds were lost in the whistle of air humming by like the flight of a million arrows

      All that's beautiful drifts away like the waters

      All the world lay stretched before him like the open palm of his hand

      All unconscious as a flower

      Alone, like a storm-tossed wreck, on this night of the glad New Year

      An anxiety hung like a dark impenetrable cloud

      An ardent face out-looking like a star

      An ecstasy which suddenly overwhelms your mind like an unexpected and exquisite thought

      An envious wind crept by like an unwelcome thought

      An ideal as sublime and comprehensive as the horizon

      An immortal spirit dwelt in that frail body, like a bird in an outworn cage

      An impudent trick as hackneyed as conjuring rabbits out of a hat

      An indefinable resemblance to a goat

      An isle of Paradise, fair as a gem

      An old nodding negress whose sable head shined in the sun like a polished cocoanut

      An omnibus across the bridge crawls like a yellow butterfly

      An undefined sadness seemed to have fallen about her like a cloud

      An unknown world, wild as primeval chaos

      An unpleasing strain, like the vibration of a rope drawn out too fast

      And a pinnace like a flutter'd bird came flying from afar

      And a tear like silver, glistened in the corner of her eye

      And all our thoughts ran into tears like sunshine into rain

      And at first the road comes moving toward me, like a bride waving palms

      And Dusk, with breast as of a dove, brooded

      And eyes as bright as the day

      And fell as cold as a lump of clay

      And her cheek was like a rose

      And here were forests ancient as the hills

      And many a fountain, rivulet, and pond, as clear as elemental diamond, or serene morning air

      And melting like the stars in June

      And night, as welcome as a friend

      And silence like a poultice comes to heal the blows of sound

      And spangled o'er with twinkling points, like stars

      And the smile she softly uses fills the silence like a speech

      As a child in play scatters the heaps of sand that he has piled on the seashore

      As a cloud that gathers her robe like drifted snow

      As a flower after a drought drinks in the steady plunging rain

      As a leaf that beats on a mountain

      As a lion grieves at the loss of her whelps

      As a man plowing all day longs for supper and welcomes sunset

      As


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