It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.
You were in a poppy sleep on the mystic flowers of ancient dreams.
Now solitude and silence are worse for me than poppy and mandragora.
I used to turn as red as a poppy when I happened to meet the eye of some spectator.
French poppy beareth a faire flower, and the Seed will make you sleepe.
But since he went away there had been no presents for Poppy.
But Poppy's mother was not asleep, she was only lying with her eyes closed.
It could not be true, Poppy said to herself; her mother could not be going to die; she must have dreamt it all.
So he took me in, and it was a sight—such a sight as you never saw, Poppy!
Poppy's mother, who was never able to leave her bed, felt it very much.