The first pages of most of these old papers are as soporific as a bed of poppies.
But the Field of poppies and daisies begins to sway as under a gale.
Set in the centre of the lawn was a circle that was a leaping glow of poppies.
To bed we go, and Somnus touches our eyes with his wand of poppies.
Without doubt, this was the Lady of the Poppies—the original of the picture.
You mean in reference to his new picture, 'Our Lady of the Poppies'?
Concerning my dahlias I have been told that they were not dahlias at all, but poppies.
How else had he held me, since last the poppies bloomed, a lure to snare the favor of the gods?
Arabella got a glass and put her poppies in it, and Araminta got a glass and put her poppies in it.
Now, obviously, if I killed all the poppies in the world, that would be a fait accompli.