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

...indeed rallied us upon the occasion ; and I thought Julia never appeared half so beautiful as now. " But pleasures are like poppies spread : You seize the flower, its bloom is shed." So saith Robert Burns ; and, truth to speak, his distich was never more effectually verified than at...

...rair and rustle, TAM didna mind the storm a whistle. TAM O' SHANTER AND SOUTER JOHNNY. P. 260. But pleasures are like poppies spread. You seize the flower,...— then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm....

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...wake one day to find that Lang no longer existed. A line from Tam came to me and I spoke it aloud: Like the snowfalls in the river, a moment white then melts for ever. He moved away and leaned on the window sill, his face halfturned towards me, the sardonic tilt of his...

...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...