It looked a bleak, bare box of a house to him, no creeper grew on it, no hedge nor wall nor fence parted it off from the woods about it.
"The War in the Air" by Herbert George Wells
A red creeper mantled the tiny porch, and lilac bushes, clucked under by a dozen hens, hedged the grassy yard.
"Lewis Rand" by Mary Johnston
In the wall of the rock was a grotto, overrun with henna leaves, hedge-plant, and other creepers.
"Dr. Dumany's Wife" by Mór Jókai