Larks Quotes

“The sunrise wakes the lark to sing.”

“It was the lark, the herald of the morn.”

“Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.”

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

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

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“Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,”

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

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

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

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

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

“Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate”

“Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.”

“To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.”

“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.”

“I said to the sky-poised Lark:
"Hark—hark!
Thy note is more loud and free
Because there lies safe for thee
A little nest on the ground."”

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

“Hark, hark! the lark
On windswept bark
Freezes against a sky of lead!
Now see him stop,
Take one small hop,
And suddenly keel over dead!”