cytisus

The prefix "cytisus" is derived from the name of a

Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure William Thomas Fernie

Some pasture quenches milk, as Median grass or lucerne, and that especially in ruminants; other feeding renders it copious, as cytisus and vetch; only, by the way, cytisus in flower is not recommended, as it has burning properties, and vetch is not good for pregnant kine, as it causes increased difficulty in parturition.

The History of Animals 2002

Let us fix our attention on a cytisus with its yellow clusters hanging down, and the goat bending its pliant branches as it browses on the foliage.

The Heavenly Father Lectures on Modern Atheism Ernest Naville

This will suit our purpose, although the cytisus, unless I am mistaken, has no perfume except in M. de Lamartine's verses.

The Heavenly Father Lectures on Modern Atheism Ernest Naville

You have torn your limbs with spines of gorse-flower, bramble and cytisus.

Arrow Music BY [Bryher]. 1922

Have you spent your love on the white cytisus ridges, the Nereid-blue water, the wing-dip of the hills?

Arrow Music BY [Bryher]. 1922

Cistus, myrtle and cactus; cytisus, lentisk, arbutus; daphne, heath, broom, juniper and ilex -- these few I recognised, but there was no end to their varieties and none to their tangle of colours.

Two Sides of the Face Midwinter Tales Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch 1903

On a garden-cytisus (_Cytisus candicans attleyanus_) I once had the good fortune to observe a branch with ascidia, which ordinarily are very rare in this species.

Species and Varieties, Their Origin by Mutation Hugo de Vries 1891

For it was masked in the gloom of the overhanging trees; or hidden behind dropping veils of ivy; or lit up by straggling patches of broom and cytisus that thrust themselves through the gaps in the Roman brickwork and shone golden in the dark.

Eleanor Humphry Ward 1885

The crags were rich with colour, the cytisus waving its golden hair, the pelargonium blazing scarlet, beds of white stock wafting fragrance, violets scrambling over every soft bank of deep earth exhaling fragrance; roses, not many in flower, but their young leaves in masses of claret-red; wherever a ledge allowed it, there pansies of velvety blue and black and brown had been planted.

In Troubadour-Land A Ramble in Provence and Languedoc 1879