"Plushy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook, Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound, And the winds, and the birds, and the limpid brook, Murmur their dreams with a drowsy sound; Who lies so still in the plushy moss, With his pale cheek pressed on a breezy pillow, Couched where the light and the shadows cross Through the flickering fringe of the willow? Who lies, alas! So still, so ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various |
