Quotes about lark, page 15
Rosy Maiden Winifred
Rosy maiden Winifred,
With a milkpail on her head,
Tripping through the corn,
While the dew lies on the wheat
In the sunny morn.
Scarlet shepherd's-weatherglass
Spreads wide open at her feet
As they pass;
Cornflowers give their almond smell
While she brushes by,
And a lark sings from the sky
‘All is well.’
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Ecstasy
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,
Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light,
The light comes dropping from his wings.
Mount, my soul, and sing at the height
Of thy clear flight in the light and the air,
Heard or unheard in the night in the light
Sing there! Sing there!
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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The Nun in the Schoolyard
The morning
The morning smile
Her smile
The morning light
The light morning
The light step
The heavy steps around
The passers by
Her smile
A light stop
A smile widens
The river
In her eyes
Lights the dark
The lark
'Good morning'
Sings the morning
Passes by
The night
And many a night
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poem by Eman Elbadawi
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An Insight
He dressed up in silk stockings,
stilettos and black bra
then did a little prance,
a dance, a wiggle!
He liked to make love in her clothes
and though it was 'a lark',
truth was, she thought him soft,
but had a giggle.
D'you know to add some fun
she wore his dicky bow,
at which his laughing stopped __
well men are fickle.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Tryst
A TRYST had I with the bright sun to keep
Upon a little hill-top in the dew;
I promised him to wake mine eyes from sleep
And see him paint the dappled dawn anew,—
To meet him by the rose-bush in the brake,
Aye, e'en before the lark should be awake.
I gave my promise as the sun sank red,
And then I softly stole away to bed.
poem by Abbie Farwell Brown from The New England Magazine / Volume 24, Issue 5 (1898)
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
Loose the Flood—you shall find it patent—
Gush after Gush, reserved for you—
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Love of Beauty
Who loves all beauty loves beyond that we see;
The gods give him a vision doubly blest;
He sees the bloom upon the hawthorn-tree,
But blossoms, too, that are not quite expressed.
He hears the music in the lyric rain,
The lark's enraptured notes that wake the dawn;
But far behind them one diviner strain
That is not uttered till the first is gone.
poem by Charles Hanson Towne
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Shut Up in the Dark
All my life, I never knew
The world was to be savored,
So older and taller I grew,
And this world was never favored.
All my life, I never found
The world as oh-so-great;
Never listened to the sound
And let fate just be fate.
All my life, I never heard
The calling of the lark.
Of course my ears heard not a word.
I was shut up in the dark.
poem by Deborah Lynn Janik
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Song : "Friendship from its Moorings Strays"
Friendship from its moorings strays,
Love binds fast together;
Friendship is for balmy days,
Love for stormy weather.
For itself the one contends,
Fancied wrongs regretting—
Love the thing it loves defends,
All besides forgetting.
Friendship is the morning lark
Toward the sunrise winging,
Love the nightingale, at dark
Most divinely singing!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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A Soldier's Grave
Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
Lest he should hear again the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath.
And where the earth was soft for flowers we made
A grave for him that he might better rest.
So, Spring shall come and leave it seet arrayed,
And there the lark shall turn her dewy nest
poem by Francis Ledwidge
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