pa. pple. (UP- 5.)
1818. Keats, Endym., I. 461. Who, upfurld Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour, But renovates and lives?
1852. M. Arnold, Parting, 88. Where the white mists, for ever, Are spread and upfurld.
1867. G. Macdonald, Disciple, etc., 32. My roll of ill with theirs upfurled, And flung in deepest hell.