Quotes by Poppies And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread. Bayard Taylor bonfire poppies tides 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. Czeslaw Milosz poppies bird book The sermon is now the true poppy of literature. David Swing poppies sermons literature 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. Edward Hopper poppies oil use I think you can hear, when you listen to someone's music, whether or not they're enjoying making it - it's so great to hear music where you can tell the person making it was just having a blast. That's really important to me as far as my process goes. That's probably why my music ends up being so poppy! Grimes poppies important thinking 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. Hope Mirrlees poppies drug giving Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can. Jennifer Egan poppies kissing mother But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower John Bunyan poppies pleasure flower Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. John Keats poppies dancing soul The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks. John Keats poppies stalking dew In Flanders fields the poppies blow. John McCrae poppies fields blow The larks, still bravely singing, fly John McCrae poppies singing gun I'm not a big disco guy. Some of that English techno-poppy stuff wouldn't get me in the mood either. Jon Bon Jovi poppies guy stuff All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy. Jonathan Swift poppies infusion praise Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel. Kobayashi Issa poppies quarrels peace I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life. Marilyn Buck poppies red weed Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed. Robert Burns poppies pleasure flow his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies Samantha Shannon poppies thumbs fire Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Thomas Hood poppies corn red 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. Travis Barker poppies punk littles 12»