Part of the charm of the lupine is the continual stir of its plumes to airs not suspected otherwhere.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin
I am sure we make too free use of this word false in naming plants-false mallow, false lupine, and the like.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin
As I came away Shepton Mallet was shaken to its foundations by a tremendous and most diabolical sound, a prolonged lupine yell or yowl, as if a stupendous wolf, as big, say, as the Anglo-Bavarian brewery, had howled his loudest and longest.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson