quotes about Larks
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No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
-- Alexander Pope -
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
-- Edmund WallerSource : Edmund Waller, Thomas Park (1808). “The Poetical Works of Edmund Waller: Collated with the Best Editions”
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Film is a lark to me - thank God I don't have to make a living from it.
-- Huey Lewis -
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Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
-- Jean Ingelow -
Smokey and The Bandit was just a lark. All we did was run up and down those Georgia roads wrecking cars and having the time of our life.
-- Jerry Reed -
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 -
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
-- John McCrae -
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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.
-- John Milton -
Raising people is not some lark. It's serious work with serious repercussions. It's air-traffic control. You can't step out for a minute; you can barely pause to scratch your ankle.
-- Kelly CorriganSource : Kelly Corrigan (2014). “Glitter and Glue: A Memoir”, p.186, Ballantine Books
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Cor, love a duck. And also Lawks-a-mercy. I said that inwardly, but outwardly I said, "Blimey, and also, what larks.
-- Louise Rennison -
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
-- Nicholas BretonSource : 'The Court and Country' (1618) para. 8
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Jayne Anne Phillips . . . is at the height of her powers in Lark and Termite. . . . This is a major novel from one of America's finest writers.
-- Robert Olen Butler -
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies.
-- William Ernest Henley -
But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, - though we sigh, "Poor Iccarus!"
-- Florence Earle Coates -