Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion.
Thomas Cooper Gotch
“Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtile virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes.”
Evelyn de Morgan
“Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish,"
“We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know."
John William Waterhouse
“The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.”
William E. Reynolds Stephens
"For happy hours the Rose will idly blow-- The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe.”
Mary A. Barr
“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.”
“Visions for those too tired to sleep, These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.”
Jessica Wilcox Smith
"Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies"
Frank Cadogan Cowper
Jean Bernard Restout
Jacob de Gheyn III
(after) Giulio Carpioni
George Frederick Watts
Daniel Ridgeway Knight
Herbert Gustave Schmalcz
Vincent Van Gogh
Pal Merse Szinyei
Frederick Arthur Bridgman
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