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25 Quotes for 'Larks' in the Database.
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The music soars within the little lark,
And the lark soars.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Aurora Leigh (bk. III, l. 155)
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Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Address to the Woodlark
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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.
Author: Hartley Coleridge
Source: Song
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The lark now leaves his watery nest,
And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.
He takes your window for the East
And to implore your light he sings.
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source: The Lark now Leaves his Watery Nest
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The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer,
Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer;
Then stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew)
Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer Deer, adieu.
Author: Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas
Source: Weekes and Workes (fifth day)
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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!
Author: James Hogg ("The Ettrick Shepherd")
Source: The Skylark
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Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
Author: Rev. James Hurdis
Source: The Village Curate (l. 276)
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Author: John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie)
Source: Alexander and Campaspe (act V, sc. 1)
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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.
Author: John Milton
Source: L'Allegro (l. 41)
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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.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Regained (bk. II, l. 279)
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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.
Author: James Montgomery
Source: Humility
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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."
Author: Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)
Source: A Rhyme About Birds
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No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings,
Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Pastorals--Winter (l. 53)
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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.
Author: Christina G. Rossetti
Source: Bird Raptures
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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.
Author: Christina G. Rossetti
Source: Gone Forever (st. 2)
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Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: All's Well That Ends Well (Lafew at II, v)
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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!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Cymbeline (Musicians at II, ii)
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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.
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Marcellus at I, i)
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It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Juliet at III, v)
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It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
No nightingale.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo at III, v)
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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.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Venus and Adonis (l. 853)
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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!
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: To a Skylark (st. 20)
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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.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: To a Skylark (st. 20)
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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.
Author: James Thomson (1)
Source: Seasons--Spring (l. 587)
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The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build
Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Author: Edmund Waller
Source: Of the Queen
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