...differences. The first is that the world's joy is haphazard — a matter of chance. As Robert Burns puts it: Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snowfall in the river, A moment white — then melts forever. The world's joys and pleasures are spread...

...unco right. Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely. Wi' reaming swats that drank divinely; (1. 37—40) 53 The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may...was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! (1. 56-58) 54 But pleasures are like poppies spread. You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like...

...safe path, which leads ever downward into stagnation. — Huggs McShane in an aerogram from Shanghai But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever . . . — Robert Burns, "Tarn O'Shanter"...

.../ A moment white — then gone for ever!"51 But Coleridge misquotes. What Burns actually wrote was, "But pleasures are like poppies spread, / You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed: / Or like the snow falls in the river — / A moment white, then melts for ever."52 Burns, widi the older aesthetic's...

...happy. E'en drowned himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure. The minutes winged their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam...O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures arc like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; tti Or like the snow falls in the...

...while her unalienable beauties—we were, in an empty world, happy. 72 Robert Burns, Tarn O'Shanur. "But pleasures are like poppies spread— / You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; / Or like the snow falls in the river— / A moment white—then melts, for ever" (59-62). 73 Coleridge, Kubla Khan,...

...capable of as vivid imagery in English as any of his contemporaries with whose work he was familiar. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever. (Tam O 'Sbanter) tradition of Scottish...

...Printed in the United States of America To my dear children Erin and Ethan who brought joy to my life. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever Robert Burns, from Tom o ' Shunter...

...this kind—what is it? Ah I have it—though we have no lovers here—it is extremely beautiful— But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the...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...

...that Burns was prophetically correct in describing thus the transitory nature of our earthly joys: "But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever . . ." I was too stunned to think of...