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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Yes, they were different men. Listen to this." And the young man read the ode to a Sky-lark. "How joyous it is!" said Hope; "but I feel the sadness." "Yes, I often feel that in people as well as in poems," replied Arthur, looking at her closely. She colored a little said that it was warm and rose to go. The cold black eyes of Miss Fanny Newt suddenly glittered upon them.
"Never mind that, Julian; you surely would not read another person's letters, Monsieur le Chevalier Bayard?" Emily was as gay at heart that morning as a sky-lark, and her innocent pleasantry proved her strongest shield. Julian dared not ask to see the letter scarcely dared to hope she had one, and yet did not know what to think.
As with the singing of the sky-lark out of sight, you must love the bird to be attentive to the song, so in this highest flight of the Comic Muse, you must love pure Comedy warmly to understand the Misanthrope: you must be receptive of the idea of Comedy.
"And the shy colt is bounding Across the wide mead, And his wild hoofs resounding, Increases his speed; Now starting and crossing At each shadow he sees, Now wantonly tossing His mane in the breeze. "The sky-lark is shaking The dew from her wing, And the clover forsaking, Soars upwards to sing, In rapture outpouring Her anthem of love, Where angels adoring Waft praises above.
It reached the beam it thrilled it curled It blessed the warmth that cheers the world; It rose towards the dungeon bars It looked upon the sun and stars. It felt the life of bursting Spring, It heard the happy sky-lark sing. It caught the breath of morns and eves, And wooed the swallow to its leaves.
The summer visitants among the feathered tribe yet lingered in flocks, showing no intention of departure; and their song but above all, the song of the sky-lark which, to the old English poet, was what the nightingale is to the Eastern seemed even to grow more cheerful as the sun shortened his daily task; the very mulberry-tree, and the rich boughs of the horse chesnut, retained something of their verdure; and the thousand glories of the woodland around Grassdale were still chequered with the golden hues that herald, but beautify Decay.
A woman's voice, fresh and clear as the song of a sky-lark, was singing "Wapping Old Stairs," to the accompaniment of a feeble old piano. "What a voice!" cried the sailor. "Why, it seems to pierce to the very core of my heart as I listen to it. Let's go and hear the music, Joyce." "Better not, captain," answered the warning voice of the clerk. "I tell you they're a bad lot in this house.
As with the singing of the sky-lark out of sight, you must love the bird to be attentive to the song, so in this highest flight of the Comic Muse, you must love pure Comedy warmly to understand the Misanthrope: you must be receptive of the idea of Comedy.
Again, dear Harmonist! again, Through the hollow of thy flute, Breathe that passion-warbled strain: Till memory each form shall bring The loveliest of her shadowy throng; And hope that soars on sky-lark whig, Carol wild her gladdest song! O skill'd with magic spell to roll The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul!
To begin the day well, he will have the sky-lark to come in spite of sorrow And at his window bid "Good Morrow!" The sky-lark, if we know anything of the nature of that bird, must come "in spite" of something else as well as "of sorrow," to the performance of this office.
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