The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below — John McCrae Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Historians are to nationalism what poppy-growers in Pakistan are to heroin-addicts: we supply the essential raw material for the market. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is… — Travis Barker Copy Share Image
One day my 3-year-old daughter said 'Your very handsome, Poppy.' That was the best compliment ever. — Patrick Dempsey Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I was in search but could not find the missing until I saw the field of poppies” — Nanette L. Avery Copy Share Image
You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?" Poppy nodded. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Actually, if I could deliberately sit down and write a pop hit, all my songs would be pop hits! Let's put it… — Eddie Van Halen Copy Share Image
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose, Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkness grows? Who, through what… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly. "Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
It might do wonders for your marriage,” Amelia continued. “It’s lovely to talk to your husband after you’ve been to bed together.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks,… — John McCrae Copy Share Image
You have these crops of poppies that supply something like 90% of the heroin sold in Europe and actually represents more than… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
English Bohemianism is a curiously unluscious fruit. ... Inside this hothouse, huge lascivious orchids slide sensuously up the sweating windows, passion-flowers cross-pollinate… — Alan Coren Copy Share Image
Five years after Boston 1967, I went to the Munich Olympics. I realized that major sponsorship could help me create the opportunity.… — Kathrine Switzer Copy Share Image
I swear on St. Francis, the patron saint of all animals.” Seeing Poppy’s hesitation, Beatrix added enthusiastically, “If a band of pirates… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Every November of my boyhood, we put on red poppies and attended highly patriotic services in remembrance of those who had 'given'… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
“Final Disposition Others divided closets full of mother's things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango folds of… — Jane Glazer Copy Share Image
Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers fail and fair. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“Poppies whose roots are in man’s veins Drop, and are ever dropping; But mine in my ear is safe — Just a… — Candace Ward Copy Share Image
