(13th December 1823) Poetic Sketches. Fourth Series. Sketch V.— The Island.
The London Literary Gazette, 1823
“The little red lark, like a rosy spark
Of song, to his sun-burst flies;
But till you are risen, earth is a prison,
Full of my captive sighs.”
Song, "The Little Red Lark".
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Alfred Perceval Graves 2
Anglo-Irish poet, songwriter, and school inspector 1846–1931Related quotes
“I fall back
dazzled at beholding myself all rosy red,
At having, I myself, caused the sun to rise.”
Je recule
Ébloui de me voir moi même tout vermeil
Et d’avoir, moi, le coq, fait élever le soleil.
Act II, Sc. 3
Chantecler (1910)
Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 271.
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