25 Metaphors for went

Gone is then the Winsomeness Of the earth's adornments!

A rude mass Of native rock, left midway in the square Of our small market village, was the goal 35 Or centre of these sports; [A] and when, returned After long absence, thither I repaired, Gone was the old grey stone, and in its place A smart Assembly-room usurped the ground That had been ours.

Gone was the leaden weariness of her day's toil Something intimate and kind in the glance Stoddard had given her remained warm at her heart, and set that heart singing.

Oh, where are thy temples of ancient renown? Gone are her brave heroes beneath the red tide, Gone are her white vessels that rode o'er the main, No more on the river her pennon shall ride, Gargan-na is fallen, her people are slain.

Ketch me lett'n' go!" was Abel's emphatic answer.

"Goes is sometimes a synonym for stays.

Go-ahead is the great desideratum, and they are kept low to enable you to watch the horses' hind legs; by doing which, a knowing Jehu can discover when they are about to break into a gallop, and can handle "the ribands" accordingly.

Easy come, easy go, is the rule of gamblers.

Gone was all the joy and brightness from everything, for his heart was sick within him, and it was borne in upon his soul that he had slain a man.

"Wittich, the mighty champion, trod the roses to the ground, Broke down the gates, and ravaged the garden far renowned; Gone was the portals' splendor, by the heroes bold destroyed; The fragrance of the flowers was past, and all the garden's pride.

No more with harp and sistrum Music calls To wanton rites within Astarte's halls, The priests forget to mourn their Apis slain, And bear Osiris' ark with pompous train; Gone is Serapis, and Anubis fled, And

Gone is their nest; it was blown away!

the urn no longer stands Within the little alcove dim; Gone also are the faithful hands That hung sweet roses on its rim; And vanished even is the bust Which watched above the sacred dust.

Go-daus is a garment, or cloth designed for it.

Its social strife and slavery I despise; Gone is its shore; I sail the open sea O'er tranquil waters and 'neath cloudless skies!

Gone were the cheers that had been ascending from the brigade.

Gone were even her thin, tight lips that used to close with the firm grip of a vice.

Gone was his violence, gone his self-assertion, and his insolent, captious attitude towards his visitor.

But now its wounds are healed again; Gone are the anguish, the terror, and pain; For across that desolate land of woe, O'er whose burning sands I was forced to go, A wind from heaven began to blow; And all my being trembled and shook, As the leaves of the tree, or the grass of the field,

Gone were the Early Victorian portraits; gone the big glass cases of stuffed birds and weasels; gone the round mahogany table, the waxen bouquets, and the horsehair chairs.

"The letting go of which was the occasion of all that corruption."Dr.

Gone were the angular figure, the awkward movements, the sallow face, the slow wits.

"My boat's gone!" was the startling reply.

Gone was the glad forgetfulness of yesterday.

Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure; Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon's pleasure!

25 Metaphors for  went