"Lambkin" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... together knit, With rhythmic feet the meadow beat, while Vulcan, fiery red, Heats the Cyclopian forge in Aetna's pit. 'Tis now the time to wreathe the brow with branch of myrtle green, Or flowers, just opening to the vernal breeze; Now Faunus claims his sacrifice among the shady treen, Lambkin or kidling, which soe'er he please. Pale Death, impartial, walks his round; he knocks at cottage-gate And palace-portal. Sestius, child of bliss! How should a mortal's hopes be long, when short his being's date? Lo here! the fabulous ghosts, ...
— Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace • Horace
... was given a woolly-nosed lamb, And she fed it on ginger and gooseberry jam. One day Mary was hungry, and longed for lamb chops, So into the oven her lambkin she pops. When the oven was opened, Mary opened her eyes, For, what do you think? There was such a surprise; In her hurry the oven she'd forgotten to heat, So out jumped the lamb, and forgetting to bleat, It said, "Mary, my dear, if there's no gooseberry jam, I ...
— Rhymes Old and New • M.E.S. Wright
... The lambkin crops its crimson gem; The wild bee murmurs on its breast; The blue-fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various
... knew no care, Except what arose from my play, My favourite lambkin and hare, And cabin I built o'er the way. No cares did I say? Ah! I'm wrong: Even childhood from cares is not free: Far distant I see a grim throng Shake ...
— Cottage Poems • Patrick Bronte
... father, where he has nearly lost his life, he says, in the pursuit of some woman, generally a lady of spotless reputation whom he barely knows. But put him in her society for an hour, with every opportunity of pressing his suit, and the veriest lambkin could not be more harmless. He has not yet tasted blood, though he will often smack his lips and talk as ...
— Doctor Claudius, A True Story • F. Marion Crawford |
