The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now.
"The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde
It could produce nothing but roses; it could not produce laburnums.
"The Heart of Nature" by Francis Younghusband
Near my gate is a laburnum tree.
"Waiting for Daylight" by Henry Major Tomlinson
Other flowers such as the Furze, Broom, Laburnum, etc., are also opened by Bees.
"The Beauties of Nature" by Sir John Lubbock
Lord Laburnum came with them.
"Forgotten Tales of Long Ago" by E. V. Lucas
As their cab stopped, Miss Simpshall rushed out between the two dusty laburnums by the gate.
"Oswald Bastable and Others" by Edith Nesbit
After that, you had best stay on here until we desire you to join us at Laburnum Villa.
"The School Queens" by L. T. Meade
DUTROCHET, pelorism in the laburnum, ii.
"The Variation of Animals and Plants Under Domestication, Volume II (of 2)" by Charles Darwin
We must pick great boughs of laburnum and beech for all the big vases.
"Daisy's Aunt" by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson
You English call it laburnum; but we Germans have more imagination, thank God!
"" by E.W. Hornung
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
"Alone" by James Joyce
The Muse that comes at midnight,
When lamps of revel shine,
Her robe is laburnum,
All splashed with crimson wine.
"Muses" by Victor James Daley
Of lilac, and may, and laburnum,
Of blossom,—We're losing the set!
"Those volleys of Jenny's,—return them;
"Stand close to the net!"
"A Game of Lawn Tennis" by Amy Levy
Let fall your golden showers, laburnum tree!
Break the grey casket of your buds for me—
Soon I shall go where never gold is seen,
And who will be with you as I have been?
"Farewell To Beauty" by Mary Webb
They scattered round him, on the snowy sheet,
Laburnum's strings of sunny-coloured gems,
Sad hyacinths, and violets dim and sweet,
And orange blossoms on their dark green stems.
"The Child's Funeral" by William Cullen Bryant
But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew
Midst foliage of no kindred hue;
Thro' the laburnum's dropping gold
Rose the light shaft of orient mould,
And Europe's violets, faintly sweet,
Purpled the moss-beds at its feet.
"The Palm-Tree" by Felicia Dorothea Hemans