Larks

right|thumb|Hark! hark! the lark thumb|right|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 seeWhat honor hath humility. Larks are small to medium-sized passerine birds of the family Alaudidae, occurring in the Old World and in northern and eastern Australia, with one species in North America. They have more elaborate calls than most birds, and often extravagant songs given in display flight. These melodious sounds (to human ears), combined with a willingness to expand into anthropogenic habitats — as long as these are not too intensively managed — have ensured larks a prominent place in literature and music. Quotes The year's at the springAnd day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hillside'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, Pippa Passes part 1, line 222. Here of a Sunday morningMy love and I would lie,And see the coloured counties,And hear the larks so highAbout us in the sky. A. E. Housman, Bredon Hill. 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, There Was an Old Man with a Beard. Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And in your lonely flight,Haven't you heard the music in the night,Wonderful music,Faint as a will-o-the-wisp,Crazy as a loon,Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon. Johnny Mercer, Song Skylark. Hark, hark! the larkOn windswept barkFreezes against a sky of lead!Now see him stop,Take one small hop,And suddenly keel over dead! Ogden Nash, The Lark. Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29. KING RICHARD II Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court? Base court, where kings grow base, To come at traitors' calls and do them grace. In the base court? Come down? Down, court! down, king! For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing. William Shakespeare, History of Richard II (1611), Act III Sc 3. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise, William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1611), Act II Sc 3. Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 427-28. The music soars within the little lark,And the lark soars. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh (1856), Book III, line 155. 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, Address to the Woodlark. 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, Song. The lark now leaves his watery nest,And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.He takes your window for the EastAnd to implore your light he sings. Sir William Davenant, The Lark now Leaves his Watery Nest. 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. Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Weekes and Workes, Fifth Day. Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!Then, when the gloaming comes,Low in the heather bloomsSweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!Emblem of happiness,Blest is thy dwelling-place—O, to abide in the desert with thee! James Hogg, The Skylark. Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. James Hurdis, The Village Curate, line 276. 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, Alexander and Campaspe, Act V, scene 1. 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. John Milton, L'Allegro, line 41. And now the herald larkLeft his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descryThe morn's approach, and greet her with his song. John Milton, Paradise Regained (1671), Book II, line 279. 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 seeWhat honor hath humility. James Montgomery, Humility. I said to the sky-poised Lark:"Hark—hark!Thy note is more loud and freeBecause there lies safe for theeA little nest on the ground." Dinah Craik, A Rhyme About Birds. No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings,Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings. Alexander Pope, Pastorals, Winter, line 53. The sunrise wakes the lark to sing. Christina G. Rossetti, Bird Raptures. O happy skylark springingUp to the broad, blue sky,Too fearless in thy winging,Too gladsome in thy singing,Thou also soon shalt lieWhere no sweet notes are ringing. Christina G. Rossetti, Gone Forever, Stanza 2. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well (1600s), Act II, scene 5, line 5. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phœbus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies.And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes;With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise! William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1611), Act II, scene 3. Song, line 21. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein 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 hallow'd and so gracious is the time. William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act I, scene 1, line 158. It was the lark, the herald of the morn. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act III, scene 5, line 6. It is the lark that sings so out of tune,Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act III, scene 5, line 27. Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,And wakes the morning, from whose silver breastThe sun ariseth in his majesty. William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis;;, line 853. Hail to thee blithe Spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark', Stanza 1. Better than all measuresOf delightful sound,Better than all treasuresThat in books are found,Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark, Stanza 20. Up springs the lark,Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted singsAmid the dawning clouds, and from their hauntsCalls up the tuneful nations. James Thomson, The Seasons, Spring (1728), line 587. The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to buildHer humble nest, lies silent in the field. Edmund Waller, Of the Queen. Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eyeBoth with thy nest upon the dewy ground?Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,Those quivering wings composed, that music still! William Wordsworth, Poems of the Imagination, To a Skylark. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;A privacy of glorious light is thine:Whence thou dost pour upon the world a floodOf harmony, with instinct more divine:Type of the wise who soar, but never roam:True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! William Wordsworth, Poems of the Imagination, To a Skylark. External links lark lark Category:Birds