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The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
Victor Hugo
In college, I took an acting class as a lark. I was surprised by how much it interested me. It seemed like something I could do my whole life and always try to get better at.
Ebon Moss-Bachrach
Jerry and I always felt that the character was enjoying himself. He was having fun: he wasn't taking himself seriously. It was always a lark for him, as you can see in my early drawings.
Joe Shuster
I think a lot about how ideas spread, how information spreads, why is it that something youre really proud of and you spend a lot of time creating sometimes doesnt go anywhere, and something that you kind of do on the side, on a lark, ends up getting shared and passed around and having this big impact.
Jonah Peretti
I was probably the first kid in my high school to go to Yale. I applied almost as a lark. Then, when I got there, I was the dumbest person in your class.
Maya Lin
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
Nicholas Breton
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Edmund Waller
Through the gloomy clouds break / Blue sky, sunshine, / On the heights and in the valley / Sing the lark and the nightingale God, I thank you that I live / Not forever in this world / Strengthen me that my soul rise / Upward toward your firmament.
Caspar David Friedrich
Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.
Dante Alighieri
She sees the Best that glimmers thro' the Worst, She feels the Sun is hid but for a night, She spies the summer thro' the winter bud, She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls, She hears the lark within the songless egg, She finds the fountain where they wail'd ‘Mirage'!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark; "I'll never love any but you," the nightingale's hymn in the dark.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
Thomas Heywood
She stood amid the morning dew, And sang her earliest measure sweet, Sang as the lark sings, speeding fair, to touch and taste the purer air.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Criticism, like so many other things, keeps to what has been said before and does not get out of the rut. This business of the 'Beautiful' some see it in curved lines, some in straight lines, but all persist in seeing it as a matter of line. I am now looking out of my window and I can see the most lovely countryside; lines just do not come into my head: the lark is singing, the river sparkles with a thousand diamonds, the leaves are whispering; where, I should like to know, are the lines that produce delicious impressions like these? They refuse to see proportion or harmony except between two lines: all else they regard as chaos, and the dividers alone are judge.
Eugène Delacroix
Wednesday Yep, same again. Saw a few nice whirling colours and things. That's it. Easy, this journal lark, isn't it?
Jonathan Stroud
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.
Lewis Carroll
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array.
William Wordsworth
Poverty's no disgrace, but 'tis a great inconvenience' was a common saying among the Lark Rise people.
Flora Thompson
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?
Tom Springfield
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
It's gonna be so good now It's gonna be so good Can you see the lark ascending?
Kate Bush
Hark, hark! the lark On windswept bark Freezes against a sky of lead! Now see him stop, Take one small hop, And suddenly keel over dead!
Ogden Nash
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