|C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.|
| ||The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold,|
|Held up their chalices of gold|
|To catch the sunshine and the dew.|
Julia C. R. Dorr.
| ||The buttercups across the field|
|Made sunshine rifts of splendor.|
D. M. Mulock.
| ||All will be gay when noontide wakes anew|
|The buttercups, the little childrens dower.|
| ||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. Stedman.
| ||And O the buttercups! that field|
| O the cloth of gold, where pennons swam|
|Where France set up his lilied shield,|
| His oriflamb,|
|And Henrys lion-standard rolled:|
| What was it to their matchless sheen,|
|Their million million drops of gold|
| Among the green!|