What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Everyone is always looking in the wrong direction, we worry about our lovers while losing our jobs we stress out about cancer… — Toby Barlow Copy Share Image
“Lark: "You shouldn't yell at her." Frostpine: "Of course I should. Gods bless us all, Lark, but our Water dedicates would try… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes… — Tom Springfield Copy Share Image
“We stayed away from the fact of Lark's existence, or anything to do with our actual thoughts.” — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“...For can you think how it would be, to never, never hear a meadow lark sing again...?” — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“A lark, caught in a hunter’s net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
