Tall foxglove spires lit the woodland shadows with rosy gleams.
"Days Off" by Henry Van Dyke
It was a circumstance of this kind which first fixed my attention on the Foxglove.
"An Account of the Foxglove and some of its Medical Uses" by William Withering
A few belated foxglove stems added to the old-time enchantment of the place.
"Antony Gray,--Gardener" by Leslie Moore
Amid the tangled grass a great foxglove was swaying to and fro.
"Sentimental Education, Volume II" by Gustave Flaubert
It all came from the foxglove.
"Little Folks (Septemeber 1884)" by Various
Vomits greatly increase the absorption from the cellular membrane, as squill, and foxglove.
"Zoonomia, Vol. II" by Erasmus Darwin
And there were the foxglove seeds still clinging.
"A Bookful of Girls" by Anna Fuller
So she looked about for a place to rest in, and saw near her the cool pink cave of a foxglove flower.
"Oswald Bastable and Others" by Edith Nesbit
How beautiful the foxgloves are!
"Thereby Hangs a Tale" by George Manville Fenn
Now was the time when she could wear foxglove blooms on every finger.
"Carnival" by Compton Mackenzie
Of foxgloves, goldilocks, valerian and mullein.
"The Old English Herbals" by Eleanour Sinclair Rohde
And now came the foxglove transplanting.
"The Idyl of Twin Fires" by Walter Prichard Eaton
Hard by, a towering foxglove leans into space, bearing two joyous sprites.
"George Cruikshank" by W. H. Chesson
The band, the members of which were perched in the swinging flowers of a foxglove close by, played lustily during the feast.
"Goblin Tales of Lancashire" by James Bowker
And by chance his meditations were broken, and before him, among some tall foxgloves, stood Mollie Gerald.
"Tommy Wideawake" by H. H. Bashford
Foxgloves rose like purple rods amid the snow webs of the wild daisy.
"The Hill of Venus" by Nathan Gallizier
The foxglove is another of the few biennials that are hardy, and it also likes a cool, shady spot.
"Gardening for Little Girls" by Olive Hyde Foster
The Foxglove is a tall plant with a very stiff stem, from one side of which hang beautiful rose-pink and purple bells.
"Flowers Shown to the Children" by C. E. Smith
Foxgloves as tall as a man adorn all dry and shady groves.
"Lancashire" by Leo H. (Leo Hartley) Grindon
He had intended white foxgloves to rise, always, against the copse; but then he had not known how lovely pink foxgloves could be.
"Christmas Roses and Other Stories" by Anne Douglas Sedgwick
An empty sky, a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;
We two among them wading together,
Shaking out honey, treading perfume.
"Divided" by Jean Ingelow
The forest foxglove is purple, the marguerite
Outside is gold and white,
Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet
The others, day or night.
"The Dark Forest" by Edward Thomas
When June's love crimsons the cheek of the rose,
And the meadow—swathes sweep in rhythmic rows,
And foxgloves gleam in the darkest glen,
You will not recall nor regret us then.
"The Passing Of The Primroses" by Alfred Austin
I know how the valleys are bright from far,
Rocks, meadows, and waters, the wood and the scaur;
And how the roadside and the nearest hill
The foxglove and heather and harebell fill.
"From North Wales: To The Mother" by George MacDonald
The loaded wagons wend their way
Across the pasture-lands, and stay
Beside the hedge where foxgloves peer;
And ricks that shall be fashioned here
Will be the sweetest stuff, they say,
In Dorset Dear!
"In Dorset Dear" by Fay Inchfawn
"Arcadian shepherds, wreathe with ivy-spray
Your budding poet, so that Codrus burst
With envy: if he praise beyond my due,
Then bind my brow with foxglove, lest his tongue
With evil omen blight the coming bard."
"Eclogue VII" by Virgil