My Blouzelind's than gilliflower more fair, Than daisie, marygold, or kingcup rare.
"Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama, Vol 1" by The Rev. E. Cobham Brewer, LL.D.
There must be leaves on the woodbine, Is the kingcup crowned in the meadow?
"The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3" by Various
The cowslips, the purple orchids, the kingcups, the primroses!
"Juliana Horatia Ewing And Her Books" by Horatia K. F. Eden
In front of her was the bowl of kingcups, the birthday flowers.
"Vera" by Elisabeth von Arnim
Kingcup cocoa was the last word of the expert.
"The Secret of the League" by Ernest Bramah
Kingcup blaze of meadow,
Is it all a shadow
"Autumn" by Manmohan Ghose
And daisies strew the banks along,
And yellow kingcups shine,
With cowslips, and a primrose throng,
And humble celandine.
"After A Lecture On Wordsworth" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
My mate and I, we shall build a nest,
So snug and warm and cosy,
When the kingcups gleam on the meadow
Where the willow wands are rosy!
"The Thrush" by Fay Inchfawn
Very sad and low said she,
"What is shining hair to me?
When from out the rain-wet mold
Kingcups borrow of its gold
Sweet and sweet 'twill be."
"Sad One, Must You Weep" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
The bliss of the wind in the redbud ringing!
What shall we do with the April days!
Kingcups soon will be up and swinging--
What shall we do with May's!
"Mating" by Cale Young Rice