In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can… — John Churton Collins Copy Share Image
Yours will be the wings of an eagle's flight, the soaring of a lark, sunward, heavenward, Godward! But you must take time… — F.B. Meyer Copy Share Image
To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Jayne Anne Phillips . . . is at the height of her powers in Lark and Termite. . . . This is… — Robert Olen Butler Copy Share Image
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Triumphant hours are the Lark's Who circles skywards from his home each day: World's early riser, with bubbling golden song, Towards the… — Dafydd ap Gwilym Copy Share Image
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Aubade THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings. He takes this window for the East, And… — William Davenant Copy Share Image
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
At the end of a criminal’s life, it’s always the small mistake, the coincidence, the lark. The time we got too comfortable,… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Grunge, man, that was incredible. It was dangerous. It was not verse/chorus. Songs could be short, long, a lark, majestic. You were… — Martin Popoff Copy Share Image
Raising people is not some lark. It's serious work with serious repercussions. It's air-traffic control. You can't step out for a minute;… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Looking back over a decade one sees the ideal of a university become a myth, a vision, a meadow lark among the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest,… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Why was the human race created? Or at least why wasn't something creditable created in place of it? God had His opportunity.… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Happy is the man who can with vigorous wing Mount to those luminous serene fields! The man whose thoughts, like larks, Take… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Being blessed with good health gives you the strength and loving what you do and - is a privilege that keeps you… — Betty White Copy Share Image
Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
