"Quilled" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... a glimpse beneath Of ample, throat-encircling ruff As white as some wind-gathered wreath Of snow quilled into plait and puff. ...
— Dreams and Days: Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... alternating streaks of vermilion and yellow, a lank braid of his black hair hanging either side of his face, and on his head the horns and painted skull of a buffalo. In one hand was a wand of red-dyed wood with a beaded and quilled amulet at the end. The other down by his side held something they did not at ...
— The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West • Harry Leon Wilson
... it was not like a Slowbridge cap, and was also true that it was prettier. It was a delicate affair of softly quilled lace, adorned here and there with loops ...
— A Fair Barbarian • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... convenient thing for sloppy, unpleasant weather. But now, dear me! there is no end to them. They cost fifteen and twenty dollars; and girls that I know have one or two every season, besides all sorts of quilled and embroidered and ruffled and tucked and flounced ones. Then, in dressing one's hair, what a perfect overflow there is of all manner of waterfalls, and braids, and rats and mice, and curls, and combs; when three or four ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 102, April, 1866 • Various
... fringed and quilled goat-skin leggins and shirt; gone his war bonnet and painted robe and handsome moccasins, his ...
— Boys' Book of Indian Warriors - and Heroic Indian Women • Edwin L. Sabin
... into a room, gay with big-flowered chintz curtains, and quaint with old-fashioned carved furniture. There was a high four-poster bed in one corner, with a chintz valance around it, and pink silk quilled into the tester. The only modern thing in the room was a tiled grate, piled full of blazing coals. It threw out such a summer-like heat that Lloyd almost gasped. She was glad to accept Mrs. Bisbee's invitation to take off her coat and gloves. She moved her ...
— The Little Colonel's Christmas Vacation • Annie Fellows Johnston
... next to how the French Villon, Before Jack Hangman yanked him high, Quilled slangy guff and Frenchy stuff And kicked up rough the same ...
— The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum • Wallace Irwin |
