|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| My thoughts twine and bud about thee, as with vines, about a tree.|
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
| Twined in Memorys mystic hand,|
Like pilgrims withered wreath of flowers plucked in a far-off land.
|Twineth, like a lovers arm,|
With sweet devotion.
| Twine, like pole ivy round the polished bark.|
| Sweet thoughts are twining in with bitter ones, as roses twine with rue.|
James M. Morton
| Twines round it as the ivy does the ash.|
Baron Karl F. H. von Münchausen
|Like the tendrils of the vine,|
Do her auburn tresses twine.