Buick named after a bird

Usage examples of skylark.

Certainly she was a good girl, but she was seen at all hours here and there about Bonneville and Guadalajara, skylarking with the Portuguese farm hands of Quien Sabe and Los Muertos.

He had a sweet singing voice, a true ear, and a love of music, so that his mother, Tuly, called him Songsparrow and Skylark, among other loving names, for she never really did like Diamond.

There were skylarks soaring to heaven, and woodlarks uttering their quiet sweet notes, and blackbirds with their pipes and cymbals.

Full she might be, but after a few days of this skylarking the Principessa was a happy ship.

Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?

Skylark was to be the first really pimp ride in the Hays household since Melanie had been alive.

The Skylark stories had been carried as far as Smith planned, and he now proceeded on what he thought would be a new series.

She settled on a three-year-old Buick Skylark, two-tone blue with twenty-eight thousand miles on the odometer, and paid sixty-eight hundred bucks after haggling with the used car manager at Don Snell Buick for a couple of weeks.

The Volvo had been her transportation for eight long years, the car in which her daughter Melanie had grown into teen hood As the salesman drove the heap to the rear of the lot, Sharon stood beside her shiny late-model Skylark and wiped away a tear.

Over the meadows the cowslips are springing, The marshes are thick with king-cup gold, Clear is the cry of the lambs in the fold, The skylark is singing, and singing, and singing.

Rounding on thy breast sings the dew-delighted skylark, Clear as though the dewdrops had their voice in him.

The wind was growing warmer across the grass, and far above him, piercingly sweet, he heard skylarks singing.

Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?

Although some of the younger topmen, little more than boys, skylarked in the upper rigging, following-my-leader from truck to truck and back by the crosstrees to the jib-boom strap, the atmosphere aboard was grave.

No matter where he went in the City, there was an odoriferous mix of food and vehicles, like the alchemic concoctions of some mad gourmet mechanic: Kung Pao Saab Turbo, Buick Skylark Carbonara, Sweet-and-Sour Metro Bus, Honda Bolognese with Burning Clutch Sauce.