Fields Quote by Edmund Waller

“as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch;”

— Hans Christian Andersen

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

— Victor Hugo

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.

— George Eliot

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

— Bess Streeter Aldrich

Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest.

— George Eliot

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

— John McCrae

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

“There was a tiny silence, only the soft hum of the fluorescence. I thought of her in the cold ruined house, with night birds…

— Tana French The Likeness

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“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

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

“When the lark sing he feels invulnerable.”

— Robert Macfarlane