• WordNet 3.6
    • n mullein any of various plants of the genus Verbascum having large usually woolly leaves and terminal spikes of yellow or white or purplish flowers
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Mullein (Bot) Any plant of the genus Verbascum. They are tall herbs having coarse leaves, and large flowers in dense spikes. The common species, with densely woolly leaves, is Verbascum Thapsus.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • n Mullein any plant of genus Verbascum
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
OE. moleyn, AS. molegn,


In literature:

The young giant crossed the brook, passed the willow, found the mullein stalk, and counted the daffodils.
"Mother Stories" by Maud Lindsay
Twist a mullein-stalk nearly off after naming it.
"Current Superstitions" by Various
The young giant crossed the brook, passed the willow, found the mullein stalk, and counted the daffodils.
"Tell Me Another Story" by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
And there is the mullein, too, with very stiff hairs.
"St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, July 1878, No. 9" by Various
If I just had some mullein leaves now to make compresses with!
"Tabitha at Ivy Hall" by Ruth Alberta Brown
Sometimes you just fired it off at mullein-stalks, or barns, or anything you came to.
"A Boy's Town" by W. D. Howells
Year by year the mulleins hold their own and no more.
"The Meaning of Evolution" by Samuel Christian Schmucker
At last they caught him, as he was wrapping a lizard who had chills in a warm mullein-leaf blanket.
"Lulu's Library, Volume II" by Louisa M. Alcott
The Grasshoppers and their cousins crawled under burdock and mullein plants.
"Among the Meadow People" by Clara Dillingham Pierson
The mulleins seem to have grown since yesterday.
"The Awakening of Spring" by Frank Wedekind

In poetry:

They will not stir though the mayflower blows
In the moist dark woods of pine,
And every rock-strewn pasture shows
Mullein and columbine.
"The American Rebellion" by Rudyard Kipling
By ways, that sunset's sardonyx
O'erflares, and gates the farm-boy clicks,
Through which the cattle came,
The mullein-stalks seem giant wicks
Of downy flame.
"Evening On The Farm" by Madison Julius Cawein
The white moth-mullein brushed its slim
Cool, faery flowers against his knee;
In places where the way lay dim
The branches, arching suddenly,
Made tomblike mystery for him.
"Eidolons" by Madison Julius Cawein
Then the apple-bloom shook on the hill;
And the mullein-stalks tilted each lance;
And the sun behind Rapalye's mill
Was my uttermost West, and could thrill
Like some fanciful land of romance.
"Twenty Years" by Francis Bret Harte
A lone green valley, good for sheep,
Where still the ancient fairies keep
Their right of way and copyhold
All night with mullein torches. Far
Within the stream, a dreaming star
Has laid a spell of gold.
"The Elfin Valley" by Mary Webb
All spell-bound in the drowsy gloom,
Grey-leaved, white-flowered, the mulleins bloom;
And if a swallow suddenly
Should cut the pool with one sharp wing,
Or if a thrush come here to sing,
It seems a prodigy.
"The Elfin Valley" by Mary Webb

In news:

She'll add mullein and comfrey to healing salves, use calendula to soften skin, rely on garlic and oregano and turn dandelion into a tonic or tea.