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The Lark Ascending

Rating: 2.9

He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,

Yet changingly the trills repeat
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C. Dailley 01 August 2018

Simply miraculous in its beauty and lyricism ~

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Harold Winter 01 June 2018

George Meredith writes from experience and uses the Lark as metaphor, for the changing times in the countryside where most of the work done by large numbers of men in the fields is gradually being done by machinery and so most of the younger generation move into the newly arrising industrialised towns to work in factories and mills. Thus leaving their elders to cope with increasing destitution and decline. The Lark sings for the Spirits of us all. HW

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