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 POLITICS POPPY

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Who is the dark horse he has in his stable? Thackeray—Adventures of Philip | seealso = (See also {{sc|Disraeli) As long as I count the votes what are you going to do about it? Say. Wm. M. Tweed—The Ballot in 1871. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Defence, not defiance. Motto adopted by the "Volunteers," when there was fear of an invasion of England by Napoleon. (1859) | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The king [Frederick] has sent me some of his dirty linen to wash; I will wash yours another time. Voltaire—Reply to General Manstein. CXI. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Napoleon}}) | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The gratitude of place expectants is a lively sense of future favours. Ascribed to Walpole by Hazlitt—Wit and Humour. Same in La Rqchfoucauld— Maxims. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I am not a politician, and my other habits air good. Artemus Ward—Fourth of July Oration. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Politics I conceive to be nothing more than the science of the ordered progress of society along the lines of greatest usefulness and convenience to itself. Woodrow Wilson. To the Pan-American Scientific Congress. Washington, Jan. 6, 1916. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Tippecanoe and Tyler too. Political slogan, attributed to Orson E. Woodbury. (1840)

POLLUTION (See Corruption)

POPPY

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. Mary A. Barr—White Poppies. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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—Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Poppies. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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 beauty show. Leigh Hunt—Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Poppies. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 613 }}