...chances and the changes of this life. Robert Burns wrote in 'Tarn o' Shanter' of the fleeting things: But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever. Anyone whose happiness depends on things...

...lovers here—it is extremely beautiful— But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed! Or like the snowfalls in the river, A moment white—then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or...

...forcibly than words that the balance in the clearing house was heavy against me, and I soon realized that "Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever." 1 And another old truth was borne in upon...

...flooded his emotions, Gates called to mind some lines written by his favorite poet, Robert Burns: "But pleasures are like poppies spread, you seize the flower, its bloom is shed." 11 On June 5, Hood's men—including Gates and the i5th Alabama— watched from atop a railroad embankment...

...burst fitful from morsels of coal among the red cinders: the group were happy enough, but'Pleasures are like poppies spread; You seize the flower - its bloom is shed.' The dull, rumbling sound of wheels was heard on the pavement in the yard. 'It is the carriage returned,'...

...burst fitful from morsels of coal among the red cinders: the group were happy enough, but'Pleasures are like poppies spread; You seize the flower - its bloom is shed. 1 The dull, rumbling sound of wheels was heard on the pavement in the yard. 'It is the carriage returned,'...

...purpose lies in the pursuit of pleasure. It is a doomed quest as Robert Bums (1759 - 1796) lamented: "But pleasures are like poppies spread; You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever." As sure as the pursuit of pure and proper...