Hark

hɑːrk

verb

listen

The word 'hark' is an archaic term that means to listen attentively. It is often associated with older or poetic language, adding a touch of elegance or formality to communication.

Hark at it singing about sleep now!

J. R. R. Tolkien

The Fellowship of the Ring

Then Susan she waltzed in; and if you'll believe me, she did give Harelip hark from the tomb!

Mark Twain

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overawed, Fancy, high-commission'd:—send her! She has vassals to attend her: She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it:—thou shalt hear Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reaped corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment—hark! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw.

John Keats

Poetry

"Hark at them roaring there in the Fifth Company!"

Leo Tolstoy

War and Peace

"Tonight at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near."

Charles Dickens

A Christmas Carol

"Hark who's talking, you walked out of Divination, you hate Trelawney!"

J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

"Hark!"

Bram Stoker

Dracula

"The least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a whisk, an eye-glance— little maketh up the best happiness. Hush! "—What hath befallen me: Hark!

Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

"I have heard," murmured Starbuck, gazing down the scuttle, "that in violent fevers, men, all ignorance, have talked in ancient tongues; and that when the mystery is probed, it turns out always that in their wholly forgotten childhood those ancient tongues had been really spoken in their hearing by some lofty scholars. So, to my fond faith, poor Pip, in this strange sweetness of his lunacy, brings heavenly vouchers of all our heavenly homes. Where learned he that, but there?—Hark! he speaks again: but more wildly now."

Herman Melville

Moby Dick

"Hark," said she, "we have been overheard! Someone is coming! We are lost!"

Alexandre Dumas

The Three Musketeers

"Hark!"

Louisa May Alcott

Little Women

I have water from the spring, and a loaf of brown bread on the shelf.—Hark!

Henry David Thoreau

Walden

The Mystic Trumpeter 1 Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.

Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass

And far away across the lengthening wold, Across the willowy flats and thickets brown, Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold Marks the long High Street of the little town, And warns me to return; I must not wait, Hark!

Oscar Wilde

Poetry

"So it will walk all day, sir," whispered Poole; "aye, and the better part of the night. Ah, sir, there's blood foully shed in every step of it! But hark again, a little closer—put your heart in your ears, Mr. Utterson, and tell me, is that the doctor's foot?"

Robert Louis Stevenson

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Hark, how they knock!—Who's there?—Romeo, arise, Thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up.

William Shakespeare

Romeo and Juliet

Overhead another of those great waggons rolls its solemn course, and in its wake—hark!—we hear an engine.

Stephen King

Dark Tower 7 - The Dark Tower

"Sir," said the man, "they sing from dawn till dark, And interrupt my dreams too long. But hark ... Another? Did you hear no singing? No? It was my fancy, then ... pray, let it go. 11 "From here you see my garden's only flaw.

C. S. Lewis

Poetry

"Hark ye, Teresa," replied Sancho, "I am glad because I have made up my mind to go back to the service of my master Don Quixote, who means to go out a third time to seek for adventures; and I am going with him again, for my necessities will have it so, and also the hope that cheers me with the thought that I may find another hundred crowns like those we have spent; though it makes me sad to have to leave thee and the children; and if God would be pleased to let me have my daily bread, dry-shod and at home, without taking me out into the byways and crossroads—and he could do it at small cost by merely willing it—it is clear my happiness would be more solid and lasting, for the happiness I have is mingled with sorrow at leaving thee; so that I was right in saying I would be glad, if it were God's will, not to be well pleased."

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Don Quixote

But not the genial feast, nor flowing bowl, Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul; His startled ears the increasing cries attend; Then thus, impatient, to his wounded friend: "What new alarm, divine Machaon, say, What mix'd events attend this mighty day? Hark! how the shouts divide, and how they meet, And now come full, and thicken to the fleet! Here with the cordial draught dispel thy care, Let Hecamede the strengthening bath prepare, Refresh thy wound, and cleanse the clotted gore; While I the adventures of the day explore."

Homer

The Iliad