Poppies Quotes

Poppies Quote of the day

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.

I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.

When you go for a walk, take seeds with you, poppies, rainbow chard, rocket. Plant them among the weeds in patches of wasteland. See what happens.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

Yes, linseed oil. I used to use poppy oil, but I have heard that poppy oil is given to cracking pigment too, so I use it no longer.

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

Reason I know, is only a drug, and, as such, its effects are never permanent. But, like the juice of the poppy, it often gives a temporary relief.

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

I'm not a big disco guy. Some of that English techno-poppy stuff wouldn't get me in the mood either.

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.

When Tarquin the Proud was asked what was the best mode of governing a conquered city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the tallest poppies in his garden.

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.

I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one's mind.

By the time writing was invented, the Greeks and Egyptians had already learned to extract opium from poppies to facilitate sleep.

Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.

The sermon is now the true poppy of literature.

And the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:the sea reports sonorouslyon its languid shadows, its green poppies.