A Quote by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow.

John McCrae

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Blow Fields Flanders Poppies

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John McCrae
Canadian - Poet
November 30, 1872 - January 28, 1918

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.

John McCrae

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

I got myself into hot water with the press in 2014 by suggesting that the art installation of poppies in the Tower of London moat should be completed by being malevolently mown down by a tank, in the way that the service men and women whom the poppies represented had been.

Sheila Hancock

Look to the fields white unto harvest; pray for the fields; prepare for the fields; go to the fields or support those who go.

Paul Washer

I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

The morphic fields include all kinds of organizing fields...: The organizing fields of animal and human behaviour, of social and cultural systems, and of mental activity can all be regarded as morphic fields which contain an inherent memory.

Rupert Sheldrake

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

Bruce Springsteen

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

Henry VIII of England

Physicists and mathematicians regularly invade other fields but other fields do not invade theirs so we can see which fields are hardest for very talented people.

Dominic Cummings

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.