Phrases with "like"

In dryer and more stony places, a pinnatifid club-moss stood up amongst the stones in crisp tufts, like the parsley fern on mountain-sides at home. The Naturalist in Nicaragua by Thomas Belt [1874]

Miles Franklin Would I like to read them?” They were brought and put before me. My Brilliant Career by Miles Franklin

He wanted one like him, he said. The Night of the Storm by Arthur Gask [1937]

H.P. Lovecraft Nothing like delicacy or accuracy was possible with instruments hardly able to cut the anomalous tissue, but the little that was achieved left us all awed and bewildered. At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft [1931]

Henry Handel Richardson For women’s arms, like their bodies, were built to cradle and enfold the young of the race. The Way Home by Henry Handel Richardson

I thought, maybe, you’d like to know it, but it seems I was mistaken. The Race of Life by Guy Boothby [1906]

Henry James Oh, if God had only given me a figure too, I don’t say! Yes, with a figure, a really good one, like Fanny Floyd–Taylor’s, who’s hideous, I’d have risked plain glasses. Glasses by Henry James [1896]

H. Rider Haggard For the rest he was gorgeously dressed, and, like his companions, somewhat in liquor. The People of the Mist by H. Rider Haggard

Ralph Waldo Emerson They have been effeminated by position or nature, born halt and blind, through luxury of their parents, and can only, like invalids, act on the defensive. The Conduct of Life by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1860]

Rudyard Kipling The town, like Tacoma, was built upon a hill. From Sea to Sea by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

That was Mr. Chandler said that! I only said I’d like to see the knife. The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1913]

Kate Chopin You were always there under my feet, like a troublesome cat. The Awakening by Kate Chopin

As for her words, they were like her conduct, an insolvable mystery, for which he had no key. Hand and Ring by Anna Katharine Green

George Gissing Will you tell me the whole truth, Mrs. Baxendale?’ It was spoken like herself. A Life's Morning by George Gissing [1885]

Virginia Woolf What was seen begunlike two friends starting to meet each other across the street — was never seen ended. Orlando by Virginia Woolf [1928]

Four weeks, six weeks, eight weeks; why, if I was lucky, it would carry me through to the holidays! At all events, school was already very far away, like a nightmare remembered at noon. The Ghost Ship by Richard Middleton

Making a sudden spring, which must have stretched him like a bit of India-rubber, he fastened his teeth into his ham, hanging on like a country visitor. Cobwebs from an Empty Skull by Ambrose Bierce [1874]

W. H. Hudson I heard a shrill peal of laughter near me, then a winged being like myself shot by me with a celerity compared with which the falcon’s flight is slow. El Ombú by W. H. Hudson [1902]

Guy de Maupassant First of all, slight mists hung over the meadows, making all the low-lying ground look like a large pond, out of which the roof of the houses rose. The Awakening (Reveil) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

George Meredith Her variability was now visible over a corner of the battlefield like a thunder-cloud. The Case of General Ople and Lady Camper by George Meredith [1877]

He anticipated a like return; so, ever since her departure, it had been his invariable custom to have the table set for three, so that he might never be surprised by her arrival. The Hermit of ——— Street by Anna Katharine Green

There’s two pipes there on the paper, and I’ve a pipe in my own pocket, so whichever of you would like a smoke can do exactly as I do. Demi-Gods by James Stephens

What has a poor lorn widow like me got to boast of but her character? I’m sure I’ve done well by you, and never boiled your eggs hard—and to use me like this. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

Essex was happy — active, important, excited; the great Queen, with all her majesty and all her affection, appeared before his imagination like some radiant fairy. Elizabeth and Essex by Lytton Strachey [1928]

Kate Chopin Don’ ‘pear like she studyin’ ‘bout ax. At Fault by Kate Chopin

She stuck to it like a leech, and sifted evidence as subtly as an Old Bailey lawyer. Sophie Chalk by Ellen Wood [1869]

Anne Bronte I still preserve those relics of past sufferings and experience, like pillars of witness set up in travelling through the vale of life, to mark particular occurrences. Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte [1847]

It looked almost like a magical diagram. Many Dimensions by Charles Williams [1931]

Whatna hour is that?’ asks Heriotside. ‘Midnicht,’ says John, trembling, for he did not like the look of things. The Outgoing of the Tide by John Buchan [1902]

Oh, I like the breed!’ ‘I wonder,’ said she, in a tone of preposterous melancholy, ‘if eventually I have to marry one of them. An impossible ideal by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1903]

Andrew Lang Grimm. There was once upon a time a King who had a wife with golden hair, and she was so beautiful that you couldn’t find anyone like her in the world. The Green Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Anthony Trollope I have worked like a galley slave at it, but I haven’t kept the books, and I don’t know how things have gone so badly. Miss Mackenzie by Anthony Trollope [1865]

Edith Wharton For a moment the Attorney–General seemed about to speak; then he nodded and passed on, leaving to Shackwell the impression of a face more than ever thrust forward like a weapon. The Hermit and the Wild Woman and other stories by Edith Wharton [1908]

Anthony Trollope There is nobody about anywhere that I like so much. Castle Richmond by Anthony Trollope

Charles Dickens Conspiracies were set on foot for a general massacre of the Normans, like the old massacre of the Danes. In short, the English were in a murderous mood all through the kingdom. A Child’s History of England by Charles Dickens [1852]

Henry James I like looking at her from here. Portrait of a Lady by Henry James [1881]

Arthur Conan Doyle As I gazed, he raised his hat high in the air, and at the signal, with a low, deep roar like a breaking wave, the whole British army flooded over their ridge and came rolling down into the valley. The Adventures of Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1903]

So stop frowning like that this instant. A Bride from the Bush by E. W. Hornung [1890]

Katherine Mansfield Oh, you’ve run a hairpin right into your wife’s head—you naughty boy!” She flung her arms round his neck and looked up at him, half laughing, like a beautiful, loving child. In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield [1911]

One realised that the girl, like the man she was addressing, had a magnetic personality of her own. The Crime and the Criminal by Richard Marsh [1897]

Olaf Stapledon Life on these worlds was almost like life in a two-dimensional “flat-land. Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon

M. R. James As he drew near to Class 11 in the same gallery, its association struck him like a chill. More Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

W. H. Hudson That would be like suffocation to him; to such a man a prison is like a tomb. El Ombú by W. H. Hudson [1902]

E. Phillips Oppenheim I am like that famous Roman emperor we used to read about together. The Amazing Judgment by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

George Berkeley I perceive several motions, changes, and combinations of ideas, that inform me there are certain particular agents, like myself, which accompany them and concur in their production. A Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge by George Berkeley [1710]

Andrew Lang He could not loosen it; so he buried them like the others and continued his path. The Yellow Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

That you couldn’t even talk like other people, but gave offence, not only without meaning to, but without knowing how. A Bride from the Bush by E. W. Hornung [1890]

D. H. Lawrence But she only gazed with wide, darkened eyes into his eyes, so she was like an open, dark doorway to him. The Blue Moccasins by D. H. Lawrence [1928]

Tobias Smolle He knocks at the little wicket, which is opened immediately by a domestic, who supplies him with what he wants, and receives the money like the waiter of any other cabaret. Travels through France and Italy by Tobias Smolle

E. Phillips Oppenheim If you’d gone first, you’d have shut me out, wouldn’t you, like we did Dave?” “Don’t remind me of that,” Tottie Green growled. The Lion and the Lamb by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1930]

Guy de Maupassant They looked just like servants at an inn, and they were generally called the two pumps. La Maison Tellier by Guy de Maupassant [1881]

Had I been a rich man, my productions, like this Epistle, the Tragedy of the Borderers, &c. Wordsworth by F. W. H. Myers [1881]

Anthony Trollope But I do like the political feeling — for it is a political feeling — which induces every educated American to lend a hand to the education of his fellow-citizens. North America by Anthony Trollope

I simply criticize from a literary point of view, and I don’t like his underground cavern with the stream running through it. A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder by James De Mille [1888]

If he cared for her it was only for a week, like an old love I could mention. Hand and Ring by Anna Katharine Green

E. Phillips Oppenheim I’d like to see her, Norman. I’d like to see the woman who may some day be your wife. The Postmaster of Market Deignton by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

I now felt like one who had received his reprieve after condemnation. The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan by James Justinian Morier

Edith Wharton The old man seemed so calm, so like his usual self, that it might be wiser to let the matter drop. Here and Beyond by Edith Wharton [1926]

Wilkie Collins In such cases, the effort of the eyes that are first learning to see, is like the effort of the limbs when a child is first learning to walk. Poor Miss Finch by Wilkie Collins [1872]

Karl Philipp Moritz Castleton with the surrounding country lay below me like a map, the roofs of the houses seemed almost close to the ground, and the mountain with the ruins itself seemed to be lying at my feet. Travels in England in 1782 by Karl Philipp Moritz

Wilkie Collins He asked, with some appearance of alarm, as their eyes met, if she would like some more water. After Dark by Wilkie Collins [1856]

Willa Cather I ain’t much fur all dem slim women like what de style is now. Obscure Destinies by Willa Cather [1932]

Edith Wharton He reminded her of the gentleman who had “explained” the pictures at Nettleton, and the weight of her ignorance settled down on her again like a pall. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

They show him as a subordinate public servant, of no great account, but yet, like other public servants in Ireland, profiting, in his degree, by the opportunities of the time. Spenser by R. W. Church [1879]

George Eliot I remember, as I closed the door behind me, a cold tremulousness seizing me, and a vague sense of being hated and lonely — vague and strong, like a presentiment. The Lifted Veil by George Eliot [1859]

George Gissing We shall fight like blazes in the twentieth century. The Whirlpool by George Gissing [1896]

Anthony Trollope She did not like this, but she knew that she could not have everything at once. Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite by Anthony Trollope [1871]

Jeremy Bentham The distinction seems hardly hitherto to have been attended to: it turns, like another mentioned above, upon the distinction between legal possession and physical. An Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation by Jeremy Bentham

Guy de Maupassant Thus they wrought the iron until nightfall, strong, powerful, happy, like hammers satisfied. Simon’s Papa (Le Papa de Simon) by Guy de Maupassant [1880]

H. G. Wells Hate all who not draw like him. First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells [1901]

Robert Louis Stevenson The chair legs were spindled out as long as stilts, and the boy set perched atop of them, like a cloud, in the corner of the roof. The Treasure of Franchard by Robert Louis Stevenson

Well, you don’t suppose I’m going to interrupt her by asking for my — I mean your — at least I mean you said your — pebble, do you? Bless her, she’s like a child at a Sunday school treat. Many Dimensions by Charles Williams [1931]

Leeds, like Manchester (which had appointed Rutherford) was determined to build a reputation for the quality of its research. The Bragg Family in Adelaide by John Jenkin

I, on the other hand, alleged that our benefits, like all truly great and lasting benefits (religious benefits, for instance), must not be sought in external memorials of stone and masonry. The Orphan Heiress by Thomas De Quincey [1835]

Sinclair Lewis Flames curled round the door jamb of the room like fingers closing on a stick. Things by Sinclair Lewis

Henry Handel Richardson You don’t like them either, Evvy, do you? . The Getting of Wisdom by Henry Handel Richardson

H. G. Wells It’s a thing with a root, too — like grass when it is windy. A Story of the Stone Age by H. G. Wells [1897]

Henry James Her colours were laid on like blankets on a cold night. Glasses by Henry James [1896]

Rudyard Kipling The Canton trip (I have been that way) introduces you to the American river-steamer, which is not in the least like one of the Irrawaddy flotilla or an omnibus, as many people believe. From Sea to Sea by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

William Cowper Vain the attempt To advertise in verse a public pest, That, like the filth with which the peasant feeds His hungry acres, stinks and is of use. The Task by William Cowper [1785]

H. G. Wells They were bowls of some metal that, like our fetters, looked dark in that bluish light; and each contained a number of whitish fragments. First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells [1901]

Millarca, there, is my daughter; I cannot then be young, even in the opinion of people whom time has taught to be indulgent, and I may not like to be compared with what you remember me. Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

That would be death again, a ghastly death, like drowning in mud. The Death of Olivier Becaille by Émile Zola

Anthony Trollope Her feet became like ice, and then the chill crept up her body; and though she clung very close to her lover, she could not keep herself from shivering as though in an ague fit. Linda Tressel by Anthony Trollope [1868]

Anthony Trollope But yet something like remorse touched his heart as he sat there balancing himself on his chair in the private secretary’s room, and looking at the young man’s open face. Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope

M. P. Shiel But like only can conceivably act upon like; you cannot, for instance, feed mind with broths, or blood with thoughts. Shapes in the Fire by M. P. Shiel [1896]

Rudyard Kipling Does that comfort thee, Fulke?” said De Aquila. ‘“What other comfort have ye left me?” he said, and of a sudden he wept hopelessly like a child, dropping his face on his knees. Puck of Pook’s Hill by Rudyard Kipling [1906]

Cut off from contact with the outer world, and with the past, the citizen of Oceania is like a man in interstellar space, who has no way of knowing which direction is up and which is down. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

F. Scott Fitzgerald Then he drew off his night-shirt — like the rest of his generation he had never been able to endure pajamas — and clothed his thin, white, hairless body in woollen underwear. All the Sad Young Men by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1926]

Henry James Still, one has the illusion of freedom; therefore don’t be, like me, without the memory of that illusion. The Ambassadors by Henry James [1903]

Thomas Hardy In front of this irradiation scores of human figures, more or less in profile, were darting athwart and across, up, down, and around, like gnats against a sunset. Life’s Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy

Henry James I promised to tell you how I like it, but the truth is I’ve gone to and fro so often that I’ve ceased to like and dislike. The Point of View by Henry James [1882]

Edith Wharton She had tamed her happiness at last: the quality of fear had left it, and it nestled in her heart like some wild creature subdued to human ways. Fruit of the Tree by Edith Wharton [1907]

Sinclair Lewis He patted her, like the soft pawing of a fond old dog, and led her to the paint-blistered door of the house. The Kidnaped Memorial by Sinclair Lewis

She saw him looking at her, and disappeared like a shot. Mrs. Cramp’s Tenant by Ellen Wood [1881]

A moment later I felt her touch me, and, cold as I was myself, her hand on mine was like a lump of ice. The Race of Life by Guy Boothby [1906]

The fibrous strings, white by nature, soon turn black, and look like India-rubber, the effect of butter first rubbed in, and then of constant friction on the grimy person. Journal of a Cruise on the Tanganyika Lake by John Hanning Speke [1864]

His genius was not his master, nor could it pass, like that of Leonardo da Vinci, unmoved through the most tragic scenes. Milton by Mark Pattison [1879]

Arthur Morrison Certainly, the place had been untenanted for many years, and he would not like to stay in it himself. The Thing in the Upper Room by Arthur Morrison

Low and lightly built, it was something like a basket-chaise, but much more elegant, and the boy-groom, in his natty postillion’s dress, sat the horse. A Tale of Sin by Ellen Wood [1870]

Robert Louis Stevenson The tree went off simply like a rocket; in three seconds it was a roaring pillar of fire. The Old Pacific Capital by Robert Louis Stevenson

Guy de Maupassan As soon as I reach the street I am oppressed by anguish, like the fear of a blind man that has lost his dog. Strong as Death by Guy de Maupassan

Jack London Before ever the thought of wonder cities like Ardis and Asgard entered the minds of the oligarchs, Everhard saw those cities and the inevitable necessity for their creation. The Iron Heel by Jack London [1908]

I thought that time was the last!” “It looked rather like it, Bunny. It was taking all the risks, and hitting at everything. The Black Mask by E. W. Hornung [1901]

We can’t run any risks with a deep wound like this. The Eye of Osiris by R. Austin Freeman [1911]

The whole matter was a nine days’ wonder, and then slipped, like so many other mysteries, into the category of unexplained disasters. Gentlemen of Crime by Arthur Gask [1932]

Arnold Bennett That was all she knew, though people were starving in the Five Towns as they were starving in Manchester. “There’s your mother,” his thought struggled on, like an aged horse over a hilly road. The Old Wives’ Tale by Arnold Bennett [1908]

H. G. Wells The afternoon sky was blue with piled white clouds sailing through it, and the south-west wind came like a soft caress. A Story of the Stone Age by H. G. Wells [1897]

Katherine Mansfield Saddled with work all day, and couldn’t shake it off in the evening like other men. In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield [1911]

Stolidity is, perhaps, his besetting sin; yet it is the sign of a slow, not a dull, intellect; an intellect, like his heart, which never let slip what it had once taken to itself. Michael Drayton by Cyril Brett [1907]

Seldom is Friday like each other day. Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales for the Modern Reader by prepared & edited by Arthur Burrell MA

E. T. A. Hoffmann His son, named, like the deceased Baron, Hubert, soon came over from Courland to take possession of the rich inheritance; and was followed by his mother and his sister. The Entail by E. T. A. Hoffmann

Her chef had been an artist, her cellar one of the best in the kingdom, and money had been poured out like water to provide amusement for her guests. The Storm Breaks by Arthur Gask [1949]

H. G. Wells It had the same laxness in texture that all organic structures seem to have upon the moon; it tasted rather like a gauffre or a damp meringue, but in no way was it disagreeable. First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells [1901]

No, my friend, you will not die like those you have mentioned. The Mystery Queen by Fergus Hume

It was just like the boy to have ferreted out everything. The Dark Mill Stream by Arthur Gask [1947]

It was strange to see that in spite of her age and her life she still wore a bright blonde wig, and darkened her eyes and painted her face like a girl of twenty. Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell

Cummings said: “You are mild in your description of him; I think he has acted like a cad. The Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith

It was a raging, bellowing thunder, like a boiler-riveting factory. The Wrong Box by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

Henry James I mean I should rather like to see her as I used to. The Siege of London by Henry James [1883]

Olaf Stapledon Some fifteen thousand yesterdays ago there lies a day when you were a little girl with arms like sticks and a bright cascade of hair. Death into Life by Olaf Stapledon

Moreover, there was the question of the international prestige of Fascism, which for a year or two past had been haunting me like a nightmare. Homage to Catalonia by George Orwell [1938]

Edith Wharton Moreover on these heights there is no excess of heat to madden the body, but always, before dawn and at the angelus, a cool breeze which refreshes it like water. The Hermit and the Wild Woman and other stories by Edith Wharton [1908]

Andrew Lang Do set me free, like a good clown, and I’ll do you a good turn some day. The Green Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Robert Louis Stevenson I once seemed to have perceived in an American boy a greater readiness of sympathy for lands that are great, and rich, and growing, like his own. Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson

G. K. Chesterton They would prefer the sullen hostility of the earth because amid all the cold and darkness their own hearts were flaming like their own firesides. Varied Types by G. K. Chesterton [1903]

E. F. Benson No one has ever attracted me like that. The House of Defence by E. F. Benson [1906]

Wilkie Collins I like to be bright and I beautiful, especially when brightness and beauty come to see me. The Law and the Lady by Wilkie Collins [1875]

It’s a case in a thousand, Gryce. We’ve never had anything just like it. Initials Only by Anna Katharine Green

The ablest men in the Punjab, like John Nicholson and Herbert Edwardes, regarded Sir Henry as a father, and many felt that it would be impossible to continue their work without him. Victorian Worthies by George Henry Blore

No sense, dumb as soon as the conversation took a serious turn, only able to talk dress like a woman, or about horses like a jockey. Serge Panine by Georges Ohnet [1881]

Rudyard Kipling And those soldiers, like ours, had been welded for months in one furnace. France at War by Rudyard Kipling [1915]

The stony gorge was below, deep and narrow, like an open grave—tempting me—tempting me as Satan tempts his own. Wyllard's Weird by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1885]

Henry James But I should really like to know if they call you Doctor over there. Lady Barbarina by Henry James [1884]

Shall I truly be one with you, my lord?” “Mind, soul, and body, one being, you and I, little Heavenly Azure.” “Between your two hands you hold me like a burning rose, my lord. The Slayer of Souls by Robert W. Chambers [1920]

Anna Katherine Green No, it had stripes in it and something like spots. The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow by Anna Katherine Green

G. K. Chesterton He had no affectionate impulse to say “Brother Wolf”; at the best he would have said “Citizen Wolf,” like a sound republican. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

But at last she gave him up, and she got a big reward, too!” “I don’t think I’d like to give anybody up for a reward,” said Bunting, in his slow, dogmatic way. The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1913]

At the same time the general climate and the atmosphere seem like what we may find in the tropics at present. A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder by James De Mille [1888]

Jules Verne Light, like heat, can diffuse itself in the air; hence an equality between the influences which no longer exists, now that atmosphere has almost entirely disappeared. Round the Moon by Jules Verne [1873]

It was not perhaps quite a command, but very nearly; it almost sounded like a Marshal of the Air speaking to an official artist who ranked as a regular officer. All Hallows’ Eve by Charles Williams [1945]

Rudyard Kipling He went to the mantelpiece, buried his head on his arms, and groaned like a wounded bull. The Light That Failed by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Edna St. Vincent Millay I know what my heart is like   Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool   Left there by the tide,   A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. Second April by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Trifling errors must be expected, but they are as likely to be on one side as the other, and any little matter like Lake Superior or the Caspian would be but a drop in the bucket. Homeopathy and its Kindred Delusions by Oliver Wendell Holmes [1842]

Round and round the room they struggled, the man cursing, the woman shrieking, both fighting like demons — she to strike him with the dagger, he to strangle her with his great bare hands. The Parenticide Club by Ambrose Bierce

E. Phillips Oppenheim Do you care for it?” “No.” “Why not?” “For one reason,” he replied, “I like a perfume which belongs to one woman only. The Lion and the Lamb by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1930]

In like manner if you set the boreal pole of the one you hold in your hand opposite the austral pole of the swimming stone, they rush together and follow each other in turn. On the Magnet by William Gilber

Ivan Turgenev Fine as any of your Raphaels; fiery as gunpowder, gay, so clever that it’s amazing how she can care for a fool like me; she sings like a bird, and her eyes . The Diary of a Superfluous Man and other stories by Ivan Turgenev

A tunic, on which embroidery was simulated in red, blue and gilt enamel; a golden collar, gaiters spotted like the headdress, and dead-black sandals completed the costume. Citadel of Fear by Francis Stevens

Olaf Stapledon Star after star was extinguished, like a spark drifting on the wind. Death into Life by Olaf Stapledon

Elizabeth Gaskell Would that March were well over! Her mind seems generally serene, and her sufferings hitherto are nothing like Emily’s. The Life of Charlotte Bronte by Elizabeth Gaskell [1857]

H. G. Wells I’ve wanted to meet you like this and talk about things,—ten thousand times. The Passionate Friends by H. G. Wells [1913]

Guy de Maupassan You see I tell you so frankly, that you will not remain away like that any more. Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassan

George Meredith Tens of thousands, man and steed, Tossing like field-flowers in Spring; Ready to be hurled at need Whither their great lord may sling. Ballads and Poems of Tragic Life by George Meredith [1887]

Guy de Maupassan He wore a large quilted cap that he wore only at home, his hunting jacket, and looked so pale that his red mustache, usually the color of his skin, now seemed like a flame. The History of a Heart by Guy de Maupassan

No: neither Duffham nor any one else had ever seen her like this. A Tale of Sin by Ellen Wood [1870]

Andrew Lang She had not time to look for it, but sprang to the saddle and rode like an arrow to the birch tree. The Red Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Much like a globe (a globe may I term this, By which Love sails to regions full of bliss,) Yet there with Sisyphus he toil’d in vain, Till gentle parley did the truce obtain. Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe and George Chapman

Mrs. Murphy ploughed back and forth in their midst, like a soft mountain down which plunged an audible cataract of tears. The Four Million by O. Henry [1906]

Francis Bacon In like manner we must inquire into the tangible essence (which admits of no fewer differences than the spirit), into its coats, its fibers, its kinds of texture. The New Organon by Francis Bacon [1620]

Jeremy Bentham The other is, that a man who entertains intentions of doing mischief at one time is apt to entertain the like intentions at another. An Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation by Jeremy Bentham

Andrew Lang It may, perhaps, be replied to this argument that our Iliad is only a very late remaniement, like the fourteenth century Chansons de Geste, of something much earlier and nobler. Homer and His Age by Andrew Lang

Arthur Morrison In the first place, what’s the value of that other horse that looks so like Janissary?” “Hamid is his name. The Dorrington Deed-Box by Arthur Morrison

The passage about the howling of the wolves, and the fever faint of the victim, is as graphic as anything in Burns— The skies spun like a mighty wheel, I saw the trees like drunkards reel. Byron by John Nichol [1880]

Wilkie Collins Horace, like Lady Janet, felt offended, without clearly knowing why. The New Magdalen by Wilkie Collins [1873]

Just once Winston caught a phrase —‘complete and final elimination of Goldsteinism’— jerked out very rapidly and, as it seemed, all in one piece, like a line of type cast solid. Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell

Emeralds have gone up lately and good ones like these are hard to get hold of. The House with the High Wall by Arthur Gask [1948]

E. Phillips Oppenheim They look all right, don’t they?” “They look just like two successful business men talking over a deal,” Grant observed. The Wrath to Come by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1924]

He threw up his head, his long arms were stretched out in a magnificent gesture of pride and power, and his eyes blazed deep in their sockets like two emeralds. The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Some time, however, I expect to read it and to like it immensely. My Literary Passions by William Dean Howells

George Eliot I should just like to read you that passage about the drag-nets, because I could make it clearer to you. Impressions of Theophrastus Such by George Eliot [1878]

William Makepeace Thackeray By the holy piper, fighting is like mate and dthrink to Ga — to Bobbachy, I mane — whoop! come on, you divvle, and I’ll bate the skin off your ugly bones. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Gahagan by William Makepeace Thackeray [1838]

It is certainly very like a metrical version of one of the pleasant variety of opium-dreams described in De Quincey’s poetic prose. Coleridge by H. D. Traill [1884]

It’s like a windfall, like a godsend, like an unexpected piece of luck. Youth by Joseph Conrad [1898]

E. Phillips Oppenheim They are of the type who would break their word of honour to God.” “Mademoiselle, I fear, does not like us,” Esterhaczy sighed. The Ostrekoff Jewels by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1932]

It was not sleep — it seemed unnatural, like a state of trance. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad [1899]

Do you want to be arrested?’ ‘I’d like to see the man who would arrest me,’ and Anak swung his arms fiercely. The Crowned Skull by Fergus Hume

Jules Verne Our worthy engineer belonged to that class of men whose brain is always on the boil, like a kettle on a hot fire. The Underground City by Jules Verne [1877]

George Gissing I should not like to have such a picture as that in my house. Isabel Clarendon by George Gissing [1886]

No, stand up and move yer feet and arms like me. His Prey was Man by Arthur Gask [1942]

My fame, like my ship, must rise with one bound into the air, or it must never rise at all. Initials Only by Anna Katharine Green

Wilkie Collins The only item of luck in old Frankland’s large sum of misfortunes was produced by his quarreling in good time with the mediæval architect, who was like a Popish priest in disguise. The Dead Secret by Wilkie Collins [1857]

Jules Verne Among the long grass, Pencroft felt that his feet were crushing dry branches which crackled like fireworks. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne [1874]

Jane Austen I like him on the whole very well; he is clever and has a good deal to say, but he is sometimes impertinent and troublesome. Lady Susan by Jane Austen [1794]

Cole, skimming along the ground like a lamplighter, avoided us all; and the first to succeed in pouncing upon him was Miss Timmens, the schoolmistress. Mrs. Cramp’s Tenant by Ellen Wood [1881]

E. Phillips Oppenheim You will die like a dog if you even twitch. The Spymaster by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1938]

Thomas Hardy He started up, dismayed by the sense that, like many other subtle personages, he had been too exacting for his own interests. A Group of Noble Dames by Thomas Hardy [1891]

George Borrow So I enlisted into the regiment of the Faith, which was made up of Spaniards, many of them priests who had run out of Spain, and broken Germans, and foot-foundered Irish, like myself. The Romany Rye by George Borrow

She flitted through the rooms, like a good spirit, dispatched from the celestial kingdom, to illumine our dark hour with alien splendour. The Last Man by Mary Shelley

Edgar Allan Poe And this is a reflection which appears so exceedingly obvious that attempts to controvert it are received more frequently with a derisive smile than with any thing like respectful attention. The Mystery of Marie Roget by Edgar Allan Poe [1842]

Arthur Conan Doyle The French formed themselves now into three great divisions, which shimmered in the sun like silvery pools, reed-capped with many a thousand of banners and pennons. Sir Nigel by Arthur Conan Doyle [1906]

Francis Bacon To suppose, therefore, that things like these are of no use is the same as to suppose that light is of no use, because it is not a thing solid or material. The New Organon by Francis Bacon [1620]

G. K. Chesterton It is true that, like Browning and almost every other Victorian poet, he was really two poets. The Victorian Age in Literature by G. K. Chesterton [1913]

M. P. Shiel After a time, every appearance was to him a rune: like old augurs and aeonoscopi, he followed within musing eye the course of all winged creatures. Shapes in the Fire by M. P. Shiel [1896]

And we flew it like a hurdle, not a baulk and not a blunder, As we charged it all together, and it fairly whistled under, And then some were pulled behind me and a few shot out and led. The Man from Snowy River and other verses by A. B. Paterson

The participators seemed of like size. Tropic Days by E. J. Banfield

You can tell it frankly: ‘Sir, I always thought you were a humbug, like the rest of them. A Bride from the Bush by E. W. Hornung [1890]

M. P. Shiel The rain was a steep rushing, like a shimmering of silk, through the air. Shapes in the Fire by M. P. Shiel [1896]

Alexander Pope After VER. 270 in the MS. — Friendships from youth I sought, and seek them still; Fame, like the wind, may breathe where’er it will. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot by Alexander Pope [1735]

Kate Chopin Her little neck and arms were bare, and her hair, artificially crimped, stood out like fluffy black plumes over her head. The Awakening by Kate Chopin