Our Friends
Larks Quotes
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And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. (Quote by - John Milton)
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. (Quote by - John McCrae)
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. (Quote by - Robert Burns)
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. (Quote by - James Montgomery)
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. (Quote by - Christina G. Rossetti)
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." (Quote by - Dinah Maria Mulock )
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars. (Quote by - Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. (Quote by - Rev. James Hurdis)
Teenagers travel in droves, packs, swarms. ... To the librarian, they're a gaggle of geese. To the cook, they're a scourge of locusts. To department stores, they're a big beautiful exaltation of larks ... all lovely and loose and jingly. (Quote by - Bernice Fitz-Gibbon)
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)
Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting. (Quote by - William Shakespeare)
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy swelling-place-- O, to abide in the desert with thee! (Quote by - James Hogg)
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! (Quote by - Percy Bysshe Shelley)
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. (Quote by - William Shakespeare)