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 LAPWING LARK LAPWING

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Ltly—Alexander and Campaspe. Act V. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cymbeline) 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 rise. | author = Milton | work = L' Allegro. L. 41. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. | author = Milton | work = Paradise Regained. Bk. II. L. 279. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. Montgomery—Humility. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I said to the sky-poised Lark: "Hark—hark! Thy note is more loud and free Because there lies safe for thee A little nest on the ground." D. M. Mulock—A Rhyme About Birds. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings. | author = Pope | work = Pastorals. Winter. L. 53. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The sunrise wakes the lark to sing. Christina G. Rossetti—Bird Raptures. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O happy skylark springir Up to the broad, blue s Too fearless in thy winging, Too gladsome in thy singing, Thou also soon shalt he Where no sweet notes are ringing. Christina G. Rossetti—Gone Forever. St. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. All's Well That Ends Well—Act II. Sc. 5. L. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that Lies. And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise! Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. Song. L. 21. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lyly}}) | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 158. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It was the lark, the herald of the morn. | author = | work = Romeo and Juliet. | place = Act III. Sc. 5. L. 6. | note = | topic = | page = 427 }}