Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHence the soft couch, and many-colour'd robe, The timbrel and arch'd dome and costly feast, With all th' inventive arts that nurse the soul To forms of beauty ...
(colloquial)
1891, Edith Bower in The Overland Monthly, Volume XVII., page #135:She crossed her hand an’ turned her face up like a bird does, only th’ ain’t no birds what can sing like she did; seemed like she was n’t aâ€doin’ of it at all,—voice came out of itself, like ’s if ’t was just a waitin’ for a change to git out.