Prob'bly down there, where the foxgloves and the blackberries have taken root.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
The stage was dark at first, and one could merely make out that it pictured a wildly-imagined grove in the land of dreams; then it grew brighter, and one saw preposterous giant-flowers-foxgloves so big that when they opened there was a human face in each quivering bell.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
In spring primroses grow to enormous sizes, with leaves as large as those of foxgloves; and the foxgloves in their turn decorate the hedges, rearing their tall spikes of magenta-coloured bells in profusion.
"Cornwall"
G. E. Mitton