Quotes About Lark

The others sleep right through the bells and the donkeys and the workmen hammering; if left to them our ice would be a puddle so it's as well I'm a lark.

But by an extraordinarily lucky chance they had not yet fully corrected their flight paths to that of the erratically weaving ship, and they passed right under it. "And the sweet silver song of the lark.'… Revised impact time fifteen seconds, fellas…. 'Walk on through the wind …

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.

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.

The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.

Film is a lark to me - thank God I don't have to make a living from it.

I'd spent my whole career dealing with badasses taking care of my nine-month-old boy should be a lark.

Why? She says no reason. A lark. A whim. Freedom. But there is, of course, no freedom. There are only ancient prophecies that scry the seeds of time and say which will grow and which will not.

At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.

Earlier, I'd found Lark in the gym, telling her, "I'm giving Cyclops a bath." Her response: "Your funeral.

Occasionally, he left the compound. I'd figured he must be out hunting, at least some of the time, but he hadn't returned with a new icon, and I'd heard nothing on Arcana Radio. Plus, Lark's laminated player list—the little twit actually did keep it on the fridge door—had had no updates since the Star. Well, other than her scratching my title out and scribbling in "The Unclean One." Har.

Or maybe they were just doing it for fun. A lark. Their religion is tolerant of extreme forms of recreation. Boys will be boys, after all, and sociopathic boys will be sociopathic.

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.

Triumphant hours are the Lark's Who circles skywards from his home each day: World's early riser, with bubbling golden song, Towards the firmament, guardian of April's gate.

I have always been a night owl rather than a lark.

The lark now leaves his wat'ry nestAnd, climbing, shakes his dewy wings.

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.

An early fly landed on Mara's eyelid. She shooed it off with a dozy paw as she awakened to peachgold dawn stealing softly over the sleeping dunes.The land lay in a pool of serinity;the sand,now still and cool,awaited sun-warmed day.Somewhere a lark began trilling as it fluttered its morning ascent into the airy heights.

Loved heart, what can I say? When I was a lark, I sang; When I was a worm, I devoured. The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are nothing.

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies, Til the dappled dawn doth rise.

Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her

O Thou steeled Cognizance whose leap commits The agile precincts of the lark's return; Within whose lariat sweep encinctured sing In single chrysalis the many twain — Of stars Thou art the stitch and stallion glow And like an organ, Thou, with sound of doom — Sight, sound and flesh Thou leadest from time's realm As love strikes clear direction for the helm

Let your trouble be Light will follow dark Though the heaven falls You may hear the lark.