Quotes of Lark - somelinesforyou

“ Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ O happy skylark springing Up to the broad, blue sky, Too fearless in thy winging, Too gladsome in thy singing, Thou also soon shalt lie Where no sweet notes are ringing. ”

- Christina G. Rossetti

“ The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars. ”

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“ None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. ”

- John Lyly

“ To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies, Til the dappled dawn doth rise. ”

- John Milton

“ And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. ”

- John Milton

“ The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale. ”

- Christina G. Rossetti

“ Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. ”

- Robert Burns

“ Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting. ”

- William Shakespeare

“ It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. ”

- William Shakespeare

“ It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. ”

- William Shakespeare

“ Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skilled to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings. ”

- Alexander Pope

“ Housework is a breeze. Cooking is a pleasant diversion. Putting up a retaining wall is a lark. But teaching is like climbing a mountain. ”

- Fawn M. Brodie

“ The merry lark he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him. He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him. ”

- Hartley Coleridge

“ Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations. ”

- James Thomson

“ The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build Her humble nest, lies silent in the field. ”

- Edmund Waller

“ There was an old man with a beard, who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard. ”

- Edward Lear

“ Towery city and branching between towers; cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded. ”

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

“ The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven, All's right with the world! ”

- Robert Browning

“ The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. ”

- James Montgomery

“ Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise! ”

- William Shakespeare

“ Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm… ”

- William Shakespeare

“ Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold. ”

- William Shakespeare

“ When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms. ”

- Eudora Welty
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