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More "Lambkin" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Is Ajax delirious, while he kills the harmless lambs? Are you right in your head, when you willfully commit a crime for empty titles? And is your heart pure, while it is swollen with the vice? If any person should take a delight to carry about with him in his sedan a pretty lambkin; and should provide clothes, should provide maids and gold for it, as for a daughter, should call it Rufa and Rufilla, and should destine it a wife for some stout husband; the praetor would take power from him being ...
— The Works of Horace • Horace
... versions of this ballad show an unusually small number of variations. The name, though occurring in the several forms of Lambert Linkin, Lamerlinkin, Rankin, Belinkin, Lankyn, Lonkin, Balcanqual, most often appears as Lamkin or Lammikin or Lambkin, being perhaps a nick-name given to the mason for the meekness with which he had borne his injuries. This would explain the resentful tone of his inquiries on entering the house. Nourice, nurse. Limmer, wretch. Shot-window, projecting window. Gaire, edge of ...
— Ballad Book • Katherine Lee Bates (ed.)
... each kindly patron, George, Agnes, Nicolas, Genevieve, Still mindful of the helpless matron, Brought home her lambkin safe ...
— Gifts of Genius - A Miscellany of Prose and Poetry by American Authors • Various
... hard by came a wolf of monstrous size and appalling aspect, and scarce had she time to say, God help me! before he sprang upon her and griped her by the throat so tightly that she might not utter a cry, but, passive as any lambkin, was borne off by him, and had certainly been strangled, had he not encountered some shepherds, who with shouts compelled him to let her go. The shepherds recognized the poor hapless woman, and bore her home, where the physicians ...
— The Decameron, Vol. II. • Giovanni Boccaccio
... to life and love. When, by unerring nature's power, Creation breaks the spell of night, And plants their leaves expand and flow'r, And all around breathes gay delight; Then when the herdsman opes his fold To let the merry lambkin rove, And distant hills are tipt with gold, Then young hearts wake ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... little lambkin, come, And lick my hand—now do! How silly to be so afraid! Indeed I won't ...
— Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1 • Edward William Cole
... of this ballad show an unusually small number of variations. The name, though occurring in the several forms of Lambert Linkin, Lamerlinkin, Rankin, Belinkin, Lankyn, Lonkin, Balcanqual, most often appears as Lamkin or Lammikin or Lambkin, being perhaps a nick-name given to the mason for the meekness with which he had borne his injuries. This would explain the resentful tone of his inquiries on entering the house. Nourice, nurse. ...
— Ballad Book • Katherine Lee Bates (ed.)
... born so. My poor lambkin (this was the way Mrs. Belcovitch always referred to her dead mother) had well-matched legs. If I had Aristotle's head I might be able to find out why my legs are inferior. ...
— Children of the Ghetto • I. Zangwill
... under the curtains, what looked like the body of a very small animal. It might have been a woolly dog, or a black lambkin, and it was ...
— Jacqueline of Golden River • H. M. Egbert
... the spring cloud that smiles in the welkin, An blithe as the lambkin that sports on the lea; Her heart is a fount rinnin' owre wi' affection, And a warld o' feeling is the love o' her e'e. The prince may be proud o' his vast hoarded treasures, The heir o' his grandeur and high pedigree; They kenna the happiness ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... The lambkin crops its crimson gem; The wild bee murmurs on its breast; The blue-fly bends its pensile stem Light ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various
... which the rich soil yields, For the cooling dews and refreshing rains, For the sun which ripens the golden grains, For the beaded wheat and the fattened swine, For the stalled ox and the fruitful vine, For the tubers large and cotton white, For the kid and the lambkin frisk and blithe, For the swan which floats near the river-banks,— Lord God of Hosts, we ...
— The Sylvan Cabin - A Centenary Ode on the Birth of Lincoln and Other Verse • Edward Smyth Jones
... I am tierd like a Calf with carrying a Kidde every weeke to the cottage of my maister's sweet Lambkin. ...
— Old English Plays, Vol. I - A Collection of Old English Plays • Various
... 'My little lambkin, are you willing to marry the great King Merlin's son, for this Ambassador has come on ...
— The Red Fairy Book • Various
... in scatter'd weeds array'd, And ruffled with the storm; Like lambkin from its fellows stray'd, He knew her ...
— Poems, &c. (1790) • Joanna Baillie
... away To pasture, where the brooks were flowing Through yellow beds of cowslip flowers, Where purple violets were growing, And scented blossoms fell in showers From off the shading chestnut-trees, And daisies nodded in the breeze: And many mates my lambkin found, As young and gay as he, And all day long they frisked around And gambolled full ...
— The Nursery, February 1877, Vol. XXI. No. 2 - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers • Various
... in it up to the neck from the first. On your birthday—somehow she's in love with you yet, Penn—Lord, how does a man do that?—for breakfast she was to show you the magazine within whose fold is to be found her first literary lambkin; for luncheon—for you were to spend the day at home—she was going to give you the check! Generous little beggar, Nell! She said she had never been able to really give you anything before—she had only bought with your money and forced upon you things you didn't want. Then ...
— Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905 • Various
... sent an extra chill through the icebergs of his imagination; but perhaps he gathered comforting warmth from the hope that some of John's whiteness would fall upon her and that thus from being a blackish lambkin she would at least eventually turn into ...
— The Choir Invisible • James Lane Allen
... deck till we got toward the front right under the little cupola where the wheel was, where the captain stood when the boat was runnin'. And there sat a lot of men, the captain and several others, with some glasses and beer bottles; and a white-haired man, his name was Col. Lambkin, with his mustache curled and waxed up and all white too, was dancin' as nimble as a boy. This fiddler was playin' somethin' awful devilish and quick, and the rest was pattin' their hands and feet while the old feller was dancin'. He was dressed in a fine, tight fittin' coat ...
— Mitch Miller • Edgar Lee Masters
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