We attend to his later performances as a dramatic actor with respect, but watching the nondancing, nonsinging Astaire is like watching a… — Fred Astaire Copy Share Image
A dog starv'd at the master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus'd upon the road Calls to heaven… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way. — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
Because the road is rough and long, Should we despise the skylark's song? — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be? — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
“In an age of bombs guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace with thought and action.” — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark… — Stevie Nicks Copy Share Image
It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
