Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly…

“There’s a calm joy in the slightly cold air, a kind of non-breeze softly blows, and life vaguely shivers from the cold that has…

— Anonymous

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in…

— John Keats

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair…

— John Keats

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

— John Keats

“Poppies whose roots are in man’s veins Drop, and are ever dropping; But mine in my ear is safe — Just a little white…

— Candace Ward

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.

— Jonathan Swift

Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons…

— Jeanne DuPrau

“I was in search but could not find the missing until I saw the field of poppies”

— Nanette L. Avery

Five years after Boston 1967, I went to the Munich Olympics. I realized that major sponsorship could help me create the opportunity. I wrote…

— Kathrine Switzer

It's going to be really interesting to see what the heroin market does in the next two years or so. One thing you can…

— Bruce Sterling

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make…

— John Donne

Go along, go along quickly, and set all you have on the table for us. We don't want doughnuts, honey buns, poppy cakes, and…

— Nikolai Gogol

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

— Kat Duff

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely…

— John McCrae

Now know I well what people sought formerly above all else when they sought Teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought for themselves, and…

— Friedrich Nietzsche