Buttercup Leaves Three Views of a Helpless Beetle Down Among the Buttercup Leaves An Adventurous Baby The Adopted Home Initial.
Instead of sweet, fragrant bread of flowers, I am now forced to break my fast on acrid buttercup leaves.
He lost himself among the buttercup fields of spring .
He again remembered the buttercup meadows of Cambridge and the singing gardens of Algeria, the ecstasy, the light and heat of that exalted passion.
Still more does the sister of a couple of seasons wonder at the ardour and fidelity of buttercup friendships.
Unconsciously month after month drifts the buttercup on to womanhood; consciously she lives in the past of the child.
Here in her own realm she rushes at once to the front, and if we find ourselves enjoying a scamper over the common or a run down the hill-side, it is the buttercup that leads the way.
The secret is simply that the buttercup is at home, and that with the close of her bondage comes a grace and a naturalness that take her out of the realms of bread-and-butter.
But the buttercuplies outside of the rules of war.
But in the pure equality of earlier days the buttercup shares half the games and all the secrets of the boys about her, and brotherhood and sisterhood are very real things indeed.
The buttercup flirts, but she flirts in such an open and ingenuous fashion that nobody is a bit the worse for it.
There are days when the buttercup runs amuck among her adorers, days of snubbing and sarcasm and bitterness.
And with the death of the dawn the buttercup passes insensibly away.
In the town the buttercup was nobody, silent, unnoticed, lost in the bustle and splendour of elder sisterdom.
We remember the story of a certain parson of our acquaintance who owned to a meek little buttercup his habit of carrying a book in his pocket for reading in leisure hours.
The girl of twenty summers whose faith has been wrecked by clerical croquet looks with amazement on the implicit faith which the buttercup retains in the clergy.
However difficult it may be for her maturer rivals to abdicate, it is the buttercup in fact who gives the tone to the holidays.
But it is just this utterly illogical, unreasonable, inconsequential character that gives the pursuit of the buttercupits charm.
Then there is a return of pure girlhood, days in which the buttercup is simply the buttercup again.
You cannot easily pull up a buttercup root, or that of any flower of the meadows.
With a gesture of exaggerated elegance she led an imaginary Buttercup out to a pool of silver where the bright moonlight slanted through the branches of an apple tree.
In turn she characterized the Daisy, the Hollyhock, the Buttercup and the Rose--then became the good old Dandelion.
Oh, dearie me, children will be children and I'll be so glad when Buttercup and Daffy-down-dilly grow up!
The painter knows that pigments cannot rival the brilliancy of the buttercup and poppy, enhanced by their surroundings.
But, before leaving this illustration of the buttercup and violet, it is well to consider another color path connecting them which does not pass through the sphere, but around it (Fig.
There might have been no flowering May, no buttercup meadows in all the world, for any thought of memory that he had of them.
He bit his lip and struck with his cane at the buttercup heads.
Woodbine and wild rose, archis and wild hyacinth, and the graceful cyclamen, and fern and violets; and the more familiar buttercup and wild anemone.
The foliage of the Beech is so thick that scarcely anything will grow under it, except those spring plants, such as the Anemone and the Wood Buttercup or Goldilocks, which flower early before the Beech is in leaf.
One might instance the belief that two and two are four, that two things cannot be in the same place at the same time, nor one thing in two places, or that a particular buttercup that we are seeing is yellow.
The simplest kind of judgment underlying the perception that a buttercup is yellow would seem to be the perception of similarity in two colours seen simultaneously.
Daughter broth," said Buttercup down the chimney pipe.
Meantime Buttercup set to work and cut a hole in the sack with his knife; then he crept out and put a great root of a fir-tree into the sack, and ran home to his mother.
This time she did not turn aside to sleep by the way, but went straight home with Buttercup in the sack, and when she reached her house it was Sunday.
But when Buttercup was well inside the sack the old hag swung it across her shoulders, and set off as fast as she could.
But when they came out at the door, Buttercup threw down on them the fir-tree root and the stone, and broke all their heads to bits.
So the poor silly thing laid her head down, andButtercup took an axe and chopped her head off, just as if she had been a chicken.
So when Buttercup was well into the sack, the hag swung it over her shoulders and set off home as fast as her legs could carry her.
I am," said Buttercupunder the kneading-trough, and out he came.
Daughter broth," said Buttercup down the chimney, but no one heeded him.
So the old hag said to her daughter: "Now you must take Buttercup and kill him, and boil him nicely till I come back, for I'm off to church to bid my guests to dinner.
So, when all in the house were gone to church, the daughter was to take Buttercup and kill him, but then she didn't know how to set about it at all.
But when Buttercup was well into the bag, the hag threw it over her back and strode off, and when they had gone a good bit of the way, the old hag got tired and asked, "How far is it off to Snoring?
So the hag set down the sack, and went aside into the wood to sleep a bit, but while she slept Buttercup made a hole in the sack and got out, and put a great stone into it.
I was very glad indeed to turn those diamonds into Buttercup and Princess and many other things that have made our new home happier.
Buttercup was Mr. Robbins' special pride on the farm and great things were hoped from her.
In the same way I found on the bulbous buttercup (Ranunculus bulbosus) a strain varying largely in the number of the petals, amounting often to 6-8, and in some flowers even yet to higher figures.
I once found in a meadow such a form of the meadow-buttercup (Ranunculus acris), and succeeded in keeping it in my garden for several years, but it did not make seeds and finally died.
Do'ee go on ahead, and wait for I top of Buttercup Close.
He rode over from Buttercup where he is staying, for a cricket match, and of course I got him some lunch.
It was a week after that that Mrs. Stantiloup wrote the following letter to her friend Lady Grogram, after she had returned home from Buttercup Hall.
Buttercup was more than half-way between Carstairs and Bowick.
When the Bishop was at Buttercup I really felt almost obliged to be silent.
It may be remembered that she had declared at Buttercup Hall that young Talbot was not to go back to Bowick.
This was at any rate disingenuous, as she had been very severe when at Buttercup on all the Carstairs family because of their declared and perverse friendship for the Doctor.
He was simply to get the names of people who were willing to put their names down for one order or more of Buttercup Crisps!
Would you like--would you like--to try a few Buttercup Crisps?
Most of them had been servants, and of course they couldn't have bought Buttercup Crisps--if they had wanted to.
He had six names on his list for varying and assorted orders of Buttercup Crisps!
Alice, as she leaned against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves.
The stems were stuck into cracks between the boards, the tips were pinned together with a thorn, and one great buttercup nodded in the doorway like a sleepy sentinel.
These exquisite little creatures attach themselves to the leaves and stems of water-plants; they are most readily seen on the finely cut leaves of the water-buttercup or spiked milfoil.
It is the globe flower, so called from the rounded shape of the corolla; it is one of the buttercup family, as you will, perhaps, guess.
The bright little Fairy said, "Isn't it grand To rule o'er the kingdom of Buttercup Land?
A bright little Fairy cried out from the strand, "You're welcome my darlings, to Buttercup Land!
They laughed for they lay, gather'd flow'rs in each hand, Mid buttercups sweet as in Buttercup Land!
The bright little Fairy cried, waving her hand, "Come soon again, darlings, to Buttercup Land!
It is nearer to a buttercupthan to a true cowslip.
Or why should you make little Flora Buttercup tell such a huge fib as to say, that she believes in the resurrection of the body?
Then why should farmer Buttercupbe called on to believe in the communion of the saints?
For this reason, they are little eaten by cattle and hence the notion that the deep color of butter in early spring is due to the buttercup is, of course, without foundation.
The Alpine Buttercuphas bright yellow, cup-like flowers that fit our ideas of a buttercup much better than do those of the Trailing Buttercup described below.
Many species of buttercup possess a more or less acrid juice.
The Golden Avens also looks like a buttercup with its cup-like, yellow flowers that bloom in midsummer.
Squash-Blossom, Blue Eye, Plantain, and Buttercup have had the scarlet fever, but came easily through it.
