Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAY OF THE LARK, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: With dew upon its breast Last Line: "he only murmur'd ""bread!" Subject(s): Birds; Larks; Skylarks | ||||||||
WITH dew upon its breast And sunshine on its wing, The lark uprose from its happy nest And thus it seemed to sing: -- "Sweet, sweet! from the middle of the wheat To meet the morning gray, To leave the corn on a merry morn, Nor have to curse the day." With the dew upon their breast, And the sunlight on their wing, Towards the skies from the furrows rise The larks, and thus they sing: -- "If you would know the cause That makes us sing so gay, It is because we hail and bless, And never curse the day. Sweet, sweet! from the middle of the wheat (Where lurk our callow brood) Where we were hatch'd, and fed Amidst the corn on a very merry morn (We never starve for food.) We never starve for bread!" Those flowers so very blue Those poppies flaming red, His heavy eye was glazed and dull, He only murmur'd "bread!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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