Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Shrink as from a haunted place.
Shrinking like an old man into his shoulders.
Shrinks inward like a walnut.
Shrinks like a Yonkers celebrity when he hits Broadway.
Shrunk like a withered hand.
—Philip James Bailey
Shrink, as if I had been wandering among volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver.
Shrink into a point like death.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Shrink up like a crushed snail.
Shrunken … like a withered branch.
Shrunk up like a bean in a pod.
Shrinking back, like one that had mistook.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As from a precipice’s brink.
Shrink as a snail.
Shrinks, like the sick moon at the wholesome morn.
Shrink like parchment in consuming flame.
Shrinks as some fair tulip by a storm oppressed
Shrinks up and folds its silken arms to rest.
As one who sees a loathed sight.
—Maurice F. Egan
Shrank like the snow that watchers in the vale see narrowed on the height each summer morn.
Shrank like a leaf in Fall.
Shrinking like a snail withdrawing into its shell.
—Herman Heijermans, Jr.
Shrunk away as a frost-bitten apple.
Shrunk away, within him, like a dried filbert in its shell.
Shrank as from a sudden and mortal danger.
Shrank, like things with breath,
Whose ripeness feels the touch of death.
—C. F. Keary
Shrank as the beetle shrinks beneath the pin when village children stab him in their sport.
Shrank, like boys, who, unaware,
Ranging the woods to start a hare,
Come to the mouth of the dark lair where,
Growling low, a fierce old bear
Lies amidst bones and blood.
—Thomas Babington Macaulay
Shrink as though Death were passing in his shroud.
Shrank as at a prick of steel.
Shrank—like parchment at the touch of flame.
Shrink, as from a serpent in a knot of flowers.
—Henry Hart Milman
He shrinks, as from a viewless blow.
—Richard Monckton Milnes
Shrinking as violets do in summer ray.
Shrink as though some cowardly sin were between them.
As a taper in sunlight sinks faint and aghast.
—T. Buchanan Read
Shrinks like scorched parchment from the fiery ordeal of true criticism.
—Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Shrinks, as might love from scorn.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne
Shrunk away tremulously, as fairies in the story-books, before a superior bad angel.
—William Makepeace Thackeray
Shrinks like a beggar in the cold.
—John T. Trowbridge
Shrink … like guilty things surprised.
—Edwin P. Whipple