Oh, it's all been such a lark.

I sing like a lark.

— Layne Staley

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

— Victor Hugo

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is…

— Oscar Wilde

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

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

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

— Sara Sheridan

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies.

— William Ernest Henley

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen…

— Tom Springfield

“Lark: "You shouldn't yell at her." Frostpine: "Of course I should. Gods bless us all, Lark, but our Water dedicates would try the patience…

— Tamora Pierce

“CHAPTER III—THE LARK”

— Victor Hugo

“Everyone is always looking in the wrong direction, we worry about our lovers while losing our jobs we stress out about cancer while our…

— Toby Barlow

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

— William Shakespeare

“When the lark sing he feels invulnerable.”

— Robert Macfarlane

My mother saw a movie when she was 14 years old. I forget the name of the movie, but one of the lead characters…

— Lark Voorhies

“...For can you think how it would be, to never, never hear a meadow lark sing again...?”

— Bess Streeter Aldrich