Air Quote by Alexander Pope

None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

— John Lyly

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

— John McCrae

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

— Francois Rabelais

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

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the…

— Charles Todd

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth…

— John Milton

“There were no larks anymore. There was only the setting sun spreading blood up the sky and the yowl of hounds on a breast-high…

— Anonymous

“It is an effort to descend down the hand-holds of memory to the plain beneath, to recall the lost future, the dusk hovering above…

— J.A. Baker

Blackbird singing in the dead of the night, take these broken wings and learn to fly.

— The Beatles

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day…

— William Shakespeare

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this…

— The Beatles