Blithe Quote by Isaac Bickerstaffe

“A lark, caught in a hunter’s net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk…

— Ken Follett

The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love…

— William Ernest Henley

“For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His…

— Truman Capote

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In…

— John Keats

“He sang the brightness of mornings and green rivers, He sang of smoking water in the rose-colored daybreaks, Of colors: cinnabar, carmine, burnt sienna,…

— Czesław Miłosz

The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang…

— Orlando Gibbons

“THE ONE WHO STAYED You should have heard the old men cry, You should have heard the biddies When that sad stranger raised his…

— Shel Silverstein

“A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my…

— Christina Rossetti

“One night between sunset and river On the old bridge we stood, you and I. Will you ever forget it, I queried, - That…

— Vladimir Nabokov

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

“Once upon a time there was a little king, whose dreams always brought him new wings, but his fate never knew what he could…

— Harpreet Singh Nanda

“One evening he was in his room, his brow pressing hard against the pane, looking, without seeing them, at the chestnut trees in the…

— Théophile Gautier