fresh-quilted

Updated: May 5, 2025

See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree, Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east Above an hour since; yet you not dress'd; Nay! not so much as out of bed?

H. E. (Henrietta Elizabeth) Marshall - English Literature for Boys and Girls