Approach Quote by John Milton

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

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

Aubade THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings. He takes this window for the East, And to implore…

— William Davenant

“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

No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.

— Alexander Pope

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

“and suddenly she began to sing. Keen, heart-piercing was her song as the song of the lark that rises from the gates of night…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“When the lark sing he feels invulnerable.”

— Robert Macfarlane

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

— Nicholas Breton

“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

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

— Nicholas Breton