...vapid moods, forcibly tells us that " pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r — the bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then gone for ever." We do not mean to quarrel with the poet for liis opinion — doubtless he wrote as...

...beautiful, but deadly ; like those of the corrupt and treacherous, to be found in every society. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower,...point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Envanishing amid the storm. 0 serpent heart, hid with a flowering face ! Did ever dragon keep so fair...

...the following lines from the Tarn O'Shanter of Burns have not many equals in our poetry: — " But pleasures are like poppies spread ; You seize the...the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then gone for ever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's...

...Ib. Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. Burns. Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower,...bloom is shed; Or like the snow-falls in the river, Or like the borealis' race, That flits ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely...

...pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever; Or like the boreal is race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing...

...o' Shanter' modulates into grandly resourced English-language moralising in a set of variations: 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; Or like the borealis race, That flit...

...tether time or tide." And at the very end, my father offered this verse: "Our lives can compare with poppies spread, / You seize the flower, its bloom is shed, / Or like the snowfall in the river, / A moment white then gone forever, / Or like the borealis rays, / That flit...

...are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone. Robert Burns wrote in "Tarn O'Shanter": A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the...Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place. Benjamin Disraeli, an architect of the British empire and one of its foremost prime ministers, once...

...actually, I suppose I do. In human life all pleasures must be paid for by sorrow, for, as Burns says, 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; and fundamentally I consider the man...

...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...