"Lark" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... alone that our homage and thankfulness are due. Wherever a true child of song strikes his harp, we love to listen. All that we ask is that the music be native, born of impassioned impulse that will not be denied, heartfelt, like the lark when she soars up to greet the morning and pours out her song by the same quivering ecstasy that impels her flight." For though the voices be many, the oracle is one, for "God gave the ...
— Poems of Henry Timrod • Henry Timrod
... flute! Now 'tis mute; Birds delight Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky— Merrily, Merrily, merrily to ...
— Rhymes Old and New • M.E.S. Wright
... that clogged them, and wondered how I could have thought them beautiful; the pebbles seemed crushed upon the beach, the stream but added to their lifelessness by heaping on them its dull green slime; the lark, indeed, was singing—Juliet was right—its notes were nothing but "harsh discords and unpleasing sharps"—a rainbow threw its varied arch across the heavens—sadness had robbed it of its charm—it seemed ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 1, October 2, 1841 • Various
... home life is bad, When I see little Becca I always feel sad. She learns very quickly, she sings like a lark, But Becca must go, for her skin is ...
— The American Missionary -- Vol. 44, No. 4, April, 1890 • Various
... the lark on May Day morning, donning their holiday robes of white taffeta and spotless lawn, cunningly embroidered by their own skilful fingers, Freda's in silver and Magdalen's in gold thread. They each had girdles of silver and gold cord respectively, and snowy headgear embroidered in like fashion. ...
— For the Faith • Evelyn Everett-Green
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