Meadows shining with buttercups, hollows sunned with the marsh marigold held me long at gaze.
"The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft" by George Gissing
His meadows were yellow with buttercups; a thin line of willows showed where the brook wound its lazy way through the bottom fields.
"Peter Ruff and the Double Four" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
A path across a buttercup meadow was beyond it.
"Lord Ormont and his Aminta, Complete" by George Meredith
The fields there were all full of orchids, purple as wine, and the gold of buttercups floated on the top of the rich meadow-grass.
"The Altar Fire" by Arthur Christopher Benson
What a glorious carpet of gold is spread over these meadows when the buttercups are in full bloom!
"A Cotswold Village" by J. Arthur Gibbs
The meadows are yellow with buttercups, and the birds fly out of the gold.
"A Mere Accident" by George Moore
The real name of what we call the Buttercup is the Bulbous Crowfoot, and there is also a Meadow Crowfoot in the field.
"Wildflowers of the Farm" by Arthur Owens Cooke
Same as a baa-lamb in the meadow 'mong the buttercups.
"Boy Woodburn" by Alfred Ollivant
The meadows on the other side of the river were gorgeous with yellow buttercups, and here and there a patch of blue iris or wild sage.
"Timothy's Quest" by Kate Douglas Wiggin
This meadow in June, for instance, when the buttercups are high, is one broad expanse of burnished gold.
"Nature Near London" by Richard Jefferies
And buttercups are coming,
And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.
"Spring" by Celia Laighton Thaxter
This month our favorite one is full of flowers:
buttercups, red clover, purple vetch,
hackweed still burning, daisies pied, eyebright,
the fragrant bedstraw's incandescent stars,
and more, returned, to paint the meadows with delight.
"North Haven" by Elizabeth Bishop