Broad-leaved clinging plants wind vexingly about his feet, wild and strange wonderflowers look at him with vari-colored longing eyes, invisible lips kiss his cheeks with mocking tenderness, great Funguses like golden bells grow singing about the roots of trees."
"Selections from the Prose Works of Matthew Arnold"
Matthew Arnold
Our old nurse used to call Funguses pixie stools, said Edith Carey, and the hollow ones were pixies' baths.
"Monitress Merle"
Angela Brazil
But curious artificialities sprang into existence, like so many Funguses, under the lengthening shadow of Mr. Belloc.
"G. K. Chesterton, A Critical Study"
Julius West