Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sung from morn till night:No lark more blithe than he.Isaac Bickerstaffe
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
As you walk through the storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark, At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of the lark, Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, With hope in your hearts, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone.
And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.Tennyson
Island of grace , of freshness and of joy , Golden Age of children ; always I could find you in my life , a sea of mourning; let your breeze lend me its lyre high and sometimes senseless like the trill of the lark in the white sun of morning. I have never written nor will I ever write anything for children, because I believe the child can read the books that grownups read, with some few exceptions that come to everyone's mind. There are of course exceptions too for men and for women.juan ramón jiménez
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
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.
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
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
And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.john milton
It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.william shakespeare
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.william shakespeare
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.Edmund Waller
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.william shakespeare
Did ever raven sing so like a lark, That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?william shakespeare
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.william shakespeare
Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song.Alfred Tennyson
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended.william shakespeare
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