Top 25 Poplar's Quotes
#1. The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - I love him best of all.
E. Nesbit
#2. The entire world is my temple, and a very fine one too, if I'm not mistaken, and I'll never lack priests to serve it as long as there are men.
Desiderius Erasmus
#3. A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out.
It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.
William Butler Yeats
#5. Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
Oscar Wilde
#6. If you know the differences between an oak and a poplar, a spruce and a pine, down to the needles ... you are able to paint that tree with more conviction, even if done with a few broad strokes.
T. Allen Lawson
#7. I like the influence of pictures on music and the other way around.
Volker Bertelmann
#8. Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country.
(Poplar Bluff, Missouri, 6 September, 2004)
George W. Bush
#9. The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
Han Yu
#10. Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#11. The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Pear-tree spreads along the wall
Sara Coleridge
#12. Repenting of our sin is never despairing of our sin; it is always done in hope.
John Ortberg
#13. From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
John Milton
#14. Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
#15. My mother was Indian, brought up in Delhi. My grandparents were born in Bow and Poplar.
Sebastian Coe
#16. Along with all those who left their countries for other shores, I belong in neither land. We are unmoored and disconnected, like these poplar seeds blown into the crevices of the buildings, into the corners of the world.
Elena Gorokhova
#17. I resemble the poplar,
that tree which, even when old, still looks young.
Joseph Joubert
#18. Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young
man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the
pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in
winter.
Victor Hugo
#19. The wind lifts the whole branch of the poplar
carries it up and out and holds it there
while each leaf is the whole tree reaching
from its roots in the dark earth out through all
its rings of memory to where it has never been
W.S. Merwin
#20. So, like Jane Austen, who in all her writing never recorded a conversation between two men alone, because as a woman she could not know what exclusively male conversation would be like, I cannot record much about the men of Poplar, beyond superficial observation.
Jennifer Worth
#22. At the end of the life, only things I will have is the love that I expressed and received.
Debasish Mridha
#23. I am as confounded by dogs as I am indebted to them.
Roger Caras
#24. After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.
Gustav Klimt
#25. She wanders on like a poplar leaf borne upon a whirlwind of unconscious associations, she, her youth, her illusions and her former happiness remembered now through the mists of a ruined mind.
Comte De Lautreamont
