The bright flame of the painted cup and the purple of the asters still lighted up the aisles of the pines in sheltered places.
She drinks out of a painted cup of birch-bark, and neither more nor less than the quantity it holds.
I sat at the head of the last table, drank yellow wine out of a painted cup and ate half a swine all by myself.
For who e'er drank without alloy, From the painted cup of joy?
Red Feather is also good but painted cup is rather poor, as there is nothing cup-like about the flower.