Then, in the quiet silent night, while the full moon was shining, the Dryad saw a spark fly out of the moon's disc, and fall like a shooting star.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

A hand darted and fell, like a snake striking.
— from Eleanor by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

"Claude Martine was a Breton soldier who went with his regiment to Pondicherry, the principal French settlement in India, which has been tossed back and forth between the English, Dutch, and French like a shuttlecock, but has been in possession of my country since 1816.
— from Across India; Or, Live Boys in the Far East by Oliver Optic

Thus I puzzled on from day to day, drifting about among my doubts and fears, like a ship in a fog.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 79, May, 1864 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

I'd be as lieve A minnow to leviathan, that draws A furrow like a ship.
— from Poems Third Edition by Alexander Smith

Francesca said a word to Gina, who gave Rodolphe her arm as far as the Stopfers’ door, and fled like a swallow as soon as she had rung.
— from Albert Savarus by Honoré de Balzac

No gloomier Orcus swallows thee Than the unclouded sunset's glow; Thine is at least Elysian woe; Thou hast Good's natural decay, And fadest like a star away Into an atmosphere whose shine With fuller day o'ermasters thine, Entering defeat as 't were a shrine; For us,—we turn life's diary
— from Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole by James Russell Lowell

They saw the young face whiten with fear, heard the frightened moan break from the trembling lips, saw her reel dizzily, and fall like a stone at their feet—and they knew that this was Laurel Vane, that St. Leon Le Roy was her husband, and that her wretched falsehood had found her out!
— from Laurel Vane; or, The Girls' Conspiracy by Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.

He coiled his rope and tied it to the saddle horn; from under the horn on the other side he took a running iron, held there by a slitted leather—an iron rod three-eighths of an inch in diameter, a foot long and shaped like a shepherd’s crook.
— from Stepsons of Light by Eugene Manlove Rhodes