Violet could hardly believe her ears.
"Heartsease" by Charlotte M. Yonge
The telephone on a little stand at her elbow rang, and she took the receiver from its spreading violet skirts and raised it to her ear.
"Black Oxen" by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton
Cole threw himself down as a violet beam cut past his ear and disintegrated the wall behind him.
"The Variable Man" by Philip K. Dick
The violet spark was rasping, and the operator, his receivers strapped over his ears, strained to listen.
"The Indian Drum" by William MacHarg
There was a faint salvo of regrets, meant for the Violet's ears.
"The Incendiary" by W. A. (William Augustine) Leahy
All day long Eve wearied for the garden.
Not for her the comfort Adam knew
As he watched the wheat-ears slowly harden,
As the plaited roof above him grew.
"For the sake of all my lilies, pardon.
God," she prayed, "give back my violets blue."
"Cain" by Ethel Clifford