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Edmund C. Stedman
When buttercups are blossoming, The poets sand, 'tis best to wed: So all for love we paired in Spring-- Blanche and I--ere youth had sped.
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Edwin Arnold
The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He likes the poor things of the world the best, I would not, therefore, if I could be rich. It pleases him t stoop for buttercups.
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Jean Ingelow
And O the buttercups! that field O' the cloth of gold, when pennons swam-- Where France set up his lilied shield, His oriflamb, And Henry's lion-standard rolled: What was it to their matchless sheen, Their million million drops of gold Among the green!
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Jean Ingelow
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
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John Gay
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
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Julia C.R. Dorr
The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold, Held up their chalices of gold To catch the sunshine and the dew.
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Robert Browning
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.
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