|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| Creeping into her innocent heart like a maggot into a rose.|
like a chill.|
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Like the grey mists upon the mountain side.
| Creep like torpid Hottentots.|
A. F. F. von Kotzebue
| Oer our silence creep|
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire oer fraternal souls.
| Creep like shadows.|
| Creeping like snail|
Unwillingly to school.
| Creeping close as snakes in hidden weeds.|
Like the downy wing of sleep.
|Softly creeping, like a breath of air,|
Such as is sometimes seen, and hardly seen,
To brush the still breast of a crystal lake.