Slender dragon-flies and smaller busy insects flitted buzzing from flower to flower, sucking honey from the brimming Calyxes and bearing to others the seeds needed to form fruit.
"In The Fire Of The Forge, Volume 5."
Georg Ebers
It was still sown with lilies, but with babies' heads for Calyxes.
"Star-Dust A Story of an American Girl"
Fannie Hurst
He often admired, without purpose, and without explaining his pleasure to himself, the slender lines on the petals of dark flowers, the delicacy of their rich tunics of gold or purple, green or azure, the fringes, so profusely beautiful, of their Calyxes or leaves, their ivory or velvet textures.
"The Hated Son"
Honore de Balzac