Tom talked of the beauty of the wood in spring-time, and the glorious succession of colouring-pale yellow, and deep blue and white, and purple-which the primroses, and hyacinths and starwort, and foxgloves gave, each in their turn, in the early year, and mourned over their absence.
"Tom Brown at Oxford"
Thomas Hughes
Through tall buttercups and field daisies they raced each other like children,- startling astonished bees from repasts in clover-cups-and shaking butterflies away from their amours on the starwort and celandines.
"God's Good Man"
Marie Corelli
For six years thou mayst neither speak nor laugh, and in that time thou must sew together six little shirts of starwort for us.
"Household Tales by Brothers Grimm"
Grimm Brothers