<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Poppies - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47685]]></link><description><![CDATA[The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47685</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47686]]></link><description><![CDATA[Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47686</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Every castle of the air Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there  Are seeds for every romance, or ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47687]]></link><description><![CDATA[Every castle of the air Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there  Are seeds for every romance, or light   Whiff of a dream for a summer night.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47687</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Visions for those too tired to sleep, These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47688]]></link><description><![CDATA[Visions for those too tired to sleep, These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47688</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,  That mark our place, and in the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47689]]></link><description><![CDATA[In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,  That mark our place, and in the sky,   The larks, still bravely singing, fly    Scarce heard among the guns below.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47689</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Find me next a Poppy posy, Type of his harangues so dozy. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47690]]></link><description><![CDATA[Find me next a Poppy posy, Type of his harangues so dozy.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47690</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance,  To rise, a poppy field of France? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47691]]></link><description><![CDATA[And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance,  To rise, a poppy field of France?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47691</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn;  Yet juice of subtile virtue lies  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47692]]></link><description><![CDATA[Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn;  Yet juice of subtile virtue lies   Within my cup of curious dyes.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47692</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above;  And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47693]]></link><description><![CDATA[Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above;  And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless   My senses with the sight of her I love.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47693</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47694]]></link><description><![CDATA[And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47694</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there:  Like a yawn ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47695]]></link><description><![CDATA[Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there:  Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,   And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.    With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank     The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,      And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine       When the eastern conduits ran with wine.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47695</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bring poppies for a weary mind That saddens in a senseless din. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47696]]></link><description><![CDATA[Bring poppies for a weary mind That saddens in a senseless din.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47696</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed! The flower of Mercy! that within its heart  Doth keep "a ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47681]]></link><description><![CDATA[I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed! The flower of Mercy! that within its heart  Doth keep "a drop serene" for human need,   A drowsy balm for every bitter smart.    For happy hours the Rose will idly blow--     The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47681</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose,  Who shall tell what brightest thought   Out of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47682]]></link><description><![CDATA[Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose,  Who shall tell what brightest thought   Out of darkness grows?    Who, through what funereal pain,     Souls to love and peace attain?   - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47682</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs,  Some awake and some asleep,   Sleeping in our crowns. ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47683]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.   - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47683</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47684]]></link><description><![CDATA[The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/47684</guid></item></channel></rss>