Quotes about lark, page 18
Archy's Song from Charles the First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love)
Heigho! the lark and the owl!
One flies the morning, and one lulls the night:
Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,
Sings like the fool through darkness and light.
'A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
'There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.'
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Sleeping And Waking
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,
'Rise, oh my love, the morning sun is bright,
Let us arise, oh love, let us arise;
The flowers awake, the lark is in the skies,
I will array myself in my delight,
And we will-' and I woke to death and night!
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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What Bird So Sings
What bird so sings, yet so does wail,
'Tis Philomel the Nightingale;
Jug, jug, jug, tereu she cries,
And hating earth, to heaven she flies.
Ha, ha, hark, hark, the Cuckoos sing
Cuckoo, to welcome in the Spring.
Brave prick-song; who is't now we hear!
'Tis the Lark's silver lir-a-lir:
Chirrup, the Sparrow flies away;
For he fell to't ere break of day.
Ha, ha, hark hark; the Cuckoos sing
Cuckoo, to welcome in the Spring
poem by Thomas Dekker
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November
There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Red tongues tied
Red tongues tied
Words of truth died
When you lied
Think of me
Like a swarm of bees
Sting
Bring out your venom
Lend shout
Aloud is your color red tongues tied
Fed proud this roller glide
Downtown bottom hide
South side shone shadow
On manhattan island alone.
Rome on south sunny side
We dance in dreams but hide.
Red, fed, tongues and lungs
Songs tied
La la sing words lied
Said my face red sum dallied
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poem by Sly LaRk
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Rhapsody
As the mother-bird to the waiting nest,
As the regnant moon to the sea,
As joy to the heart that hath first been blest—
So is my love to me!
Sweet as the song of the lark that soars
From the net of the fowler free,
Sweet as the morning that song adores—
So is my love to me!
As the rose that blossoms in matchless grace
Where the canker may not be,
As the well that springs in a desert place—
So is my love to me!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Cho
It takes a family on this issue to make it right,
Heather, weather, feather, leather, breather;
But now, i remember! !
Dark, ark, park, lark, bark, cark, Clark, stark, hark, mark, Mark, nark, quark;
And like a better day and a sad day in the land of your muse!
But, i now remember.
Better,
Bitter,
Batter,
Butter,
Blotter;
And like Cho my friend in the land of your sweet muse!
But it takes a family to solve this issue at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To The Distant One
AND have I lost thee evermore?
Hast thou, oh fair one, from me flown?
Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,
Thine ev'ry word, thine ev'ry tone.
As when at morn the wand'rer's eye
Attempts to pierce the air in vain,
When, hidden in the azure sky,
The lark high o'er him chaunts his strain:
So do I cast my troubled gaze
Through bush, through forest, o'er the lea;
Thou art invoked by all my lays;
Oh, come then, loved one, back to me!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Marbet Daniel
Down from the womb descends a boy
And avidly they coo nursing the mother
Nape handling it happily
Inviting the infant to the inferior earth.
Elated is the mother, underging medication
Lark sings lovely songs for the pretty boy.
Manhood he has finaly attained
And artistry in poetry he potrays
Rhetoric writting he records
Brilliantly bringing change
Elegantly enlightning equality eloquently,
Through him true revolution is gonna be realistic.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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