86 SKYLARK. 



Lo ! here the gentle Lark, weary of rest, 

 From his moist cabinet mounts up on high. 

 And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast 

 The sun ariseth in his majesty, 



Who doth the world so gloriously behold, 

 That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. 



Shakespeare — Venus and Adonis. 



And now the herald Lark 

 Left his ground nest, high tow'ring to descry 

 The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. 



Milton — Paradise Lost. 



A somer's Larke, that with her song doth greete 

 The dawning day, forth coming from the east. 



SFEr<fBEii—Astrophel. 



The Lav'rocks wake the merry morn 

 Aloft on dewy wing. 



Burns. 



The Lark is gay 

 That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, 

 Beneath the rosy cloud ; while yet the beams 

 Of day-spring over-shoot his humble nest. 



COWPER. 



When the merry Lark doth gild 

 With his song the summer hours. 



Barry Cornwall— ^ow^' /or <Ac /Season*. 



Invisible in flecked sky 



The Lark sent down her revelry. 



Scott— iody of the Lake. 



Up with me ! up with me ! into the clouds ! 



For thy song. Lark, is strong ; 

 Up with me ! up with me ! into the clouds ! 



Singing, singing, 

 With clouds and sky about thee ringing. 



Lift me, guide me, till I find 



That spot which seems so to thy mind. 



Wordsworth. 



Up-springs the Lark, 

 Shrill-voiced and loud, the messenger of morn ; 

 Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings 

 Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts 

 Calls up the tuneful nations. 



Thomson — Spring. 



Teach us, sprite or bird. 



What sweet thoughts are thine ; 

 I have never heard 



Praise of love or wine 

 That poured forth a flood of rapture so divine. 



Shelley. 



In 1883 Mr. W. C. Blake, of Ross, had a white Skylark 

 brought to him. It was a complete Albino variety. 



