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.
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.walter scott
And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.Tennyson
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
She stood amid the morning due,And sang her earliest measure sweet,Sang as the lark sings,speeding fair,to touch and taste the purer airsarah chauncey woolsey
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.william shakespeare
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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.
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing.
Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.william shakespeare
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phœbus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies. And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise!william shakespeare
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
Did ever raven sing so like a lark, That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?william shakespeare
Rise with the lark , and with the lark to bed.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye?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
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
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."