deep-piled

A fresh wind swept off the silver-white, deep-piled rain-clouds, bearing them, mass on mass, to the eastern horizon; on whose verge they dwindled, and behind whose rim they disappeared, leaving the vault behind all pure blue space, ready for the reign of the summer sun.

Shirley, by Charlotte Bronte 2004

Its leaves are a softer, brighter, deeper green, and in due season (August) it is covered — not ostentatiously like the real mango, with great spikes of bloom, looking each like a gigantic head of mignonette — but with small yellow-green flowers tucked away under the leaves, filling the air with a soft sweet perfume, and then falling on to the bare shaded ground beneath to make a deep-piled carpet.

Travels in West Africa 2003

Ayla stood at the bottom on a floor that was covered with a soft, deep-piled fur of some kind waiting for her eyes to adjust, then looked around.

The Mammoth Hunters Auel, Jean M. 1985

On the stone shelf that served the couple for a bed was a thick, almost luxurious coverlet of sealskin, spotted and deep-piled, a quality of skin which would normally go by right to the house of one of the warriors, or even the queen herself.

The Wicked Day Stewart, Mary, 1916- 1983

Sally moved at David's side, crossed the deep-piled carpet of mustardy gold that led through the arch opposite the entrance door and down a wide passage.

Journey Into Love Logan, Jessica 1982

He moved across the deep-piled carpet then to the equipment on the cupboards near the fireplace.

Journey Into Love Logan, Jessica 1982

High in a tower overlooking the Golden Gate, Mellon's consultation room was furnished with deep-piled carpet that stretched wall to wall and hugged the sills of the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the spectacular view.

Journey Into Love Logan, Jessica 1982

The place here, Takasago the place here, Takasago, and Hilltop Pine has grown old, ripples of age come wrinkling in, and all around under the tree fallen needles lie deep-piled, so enduring does life thrive, and how much longer yet?

Takasago 1978

Pausing here, Maxwell gazed down on the one hand to the rich fields and well-timbered lands of Hoddam; on the other hand across Solway to where below the deep-piled, purple masses of Helvellyn and Skiddaw lay 'merry

Border Ghost Stories Howard Pease

There was a soft-toned sofa and multipneumatic chairs and a deep-piled rug.

Slan Van Vogt, A. E. 1946