The son of art am I. Now rest thee, maiden, on this Pillowy bed, With fragrance canopied, with beauty spread; Above thee hovers eglantine's caress, Around thee glows entangled loveliness; Shy primrose smiles, thy gentle smile to woo, And violets take thy glances for the dew."
"Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse"
Richard Doddridge Blackmore
There was something quite dignified about Mistress Leoline as she swept rustling past La Masque, sank into the Pillowy depths of her lounge, and motioned her visitor to a seat with a slight and graceful wave of her hand.
"The Midnight Queen"
May Agnes Fleming
"Yes," answered the half-muffled, Pillowy voice.
"Little Eve Edgarton"
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott