Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce
He forgot everything but Marcia, and strode into the purply-blue shadows of the wood and stopped to listen.
"Marcia Schuyler"
Grace Livingston Hill Lutz
He stood perfectly still as he spoke, watching the deep crease in the valley, whose bottom was hidden by clumps of willow and beds of reeds with their dark purply waving blooms.
"The King's Sons"
George Manville Fenn