I'll lie down for an hour, so as to be as fresh as a lark by supper-time.
People with 'lark' genes appeared up to 11 percent less likely to be schizophrenic and had up to a third lower risk of depression.
LESSON 34 THE LARK Three boys, Dick, Sam, and Ned, went out to play in the fields, and fine fun they had.
But a lark is really the best thing to get up with.
It all comes back to whether you're a lark — an early riser — or an owl, and "most people are a little owlish," said David Welsh, a neuroscientist at the University of California, San Diego, who studies the body's pacemaker cells and was not involved in the study.
There was a lark singing.
Give a lark to catch a kite.
This revealed 15 genes that were linked to a person being a 'lark' or an 'owl'.
Nightingale In the dale, , Lark in sky, , Merrily , Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.
When I decided to change from a night owl to a morning lark, I turned back my alarm clock 15 minutes earlier.
"" It's a bit of a lark organised by UK film critics – a gong for the top canine performance at the festival, handed out on the last Friday in the British pavilion.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the
No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little King.
I am a night owl and also a morning lark.
A Lark had made her nest in the young green wheat.
No one, however, was so happy as the lark at not having to obey the little king.
Whereupon the eldest wished for pearls, the second wished for diamonds, but the third said, dear father, I should like a singing, soaring lark.
" Then the little Lark sang out cheerfully and prettily, "The Frog should not be the editor of the paper - no, it should be the Nightingale!
But the girls in the house sang, "Come from your fragrant home, green thyme; Stretch your soft branches, willow-tree; The months are bringing the sweet spring-time, When the lark in the sky sings joyfully.
I used to be called a complete lark.
