|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The royal kingcup bold|
Dares not don his coat of gold.
Edwin ArnoldAlmond Blossoms.
|He likes the poor things of the world the best,|
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
It pleases him to stoop for buttercups.
E. B. BrowningAurora Leigh. Bk. IV.
|All will be gay when noontide wakes anew|
The buttercups, the little childrens dower.
Robert BrowningHome Thoughts. From Abroad.
|The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold,|
Held up their chalices of gold
To catch the sunshine and the dew.
Julia C. R. DorrCentennial Poem. L. 165.
|Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,|
Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
GayShepherds Week. Monday. L. 43.
|Against her ankles as she trod|
The lucky buttercups did nod.
|And O the buttercups! that field|
O the cloth of gold, where pennons swam
Where France set up his lilied shield,
And Henrys lion-standard rolled:
What was it to their matchless sheen,
Their million million drops of gold
Among the green!
Jean IngelowThe Letter L Present. St. 3.
|The buttercups across the field|
Made sunshine rifts of splendor.
D. M. MulockA Silly Song.
|When buttercups are blossoming,|
The poets sang, tis best to wed:
So all for love we paired in Spring
Blanche and Iere youth had sped.
E. C. StedmanBohemia.