"Youngling" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... fetched me in Early, yet a youngling, while All unlearned in life and sin, Love and travail, grief and guile! For your world of two-score years, Cuthbert, all ...
— In Divers Tones • Charles G. D. Roberts
... counselled art thou, Gold from us withholding; The reddener of the edges, Pricking on with tricking. Wot ye what? they called me, Worm-tongue, yet a youngling; Nor for nought so hight I; Now ...
— The Story Of Gunnlaug The Worm-Tongue And Raven The Skald - 1875 • Anonymous
... look Fearing the gods' rebuke; That perturbation putting glory on, As is the golden vortex in the West Over the foundered sun; That—but low breathe it, lest the Nemesis Unchild me, vaunting this— Is bliss, the hid, hugged, swaddled bliss! O youngling Joy carest! That on my now first-mothered breast Pliest the strange wonder of thine infant lip, What this aghast surprise of keenest panging, Wherefrom I blench, and cry thy soft mouth rest? Ah hold, withhold, and let the sweet mouth slip! So, with such pain, recoils the woolly dam, ...
— New Poems • Francis Thompson
... "youngling of the flock," which contains the original of the annexed Engraving, by W.J. Cooke, appended to which is the following ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 14, No. 399, Supplementary Number • Various
... which Mr. Harris, the Cecrops of the city named after him, was tied by the Indians for some unpleasant operation of scalping or roasting, when he was rescued by friendly savages, who paddled across the stream to save him. Our youngling pointed out a very respectable-looking stone house as having been "built by the Indians" about those times. ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 10, No. 62, December, 1862 • Various
... out a land a thousand leagues away To eastward, ev'n the birthplace of the Day, The region of the sun's nativity; And giving ear to this right readily The Prince would fain be told of him the way To that far homeland of the youngling Day. So, being ask'd, the other answered, "Sir, There liveth but one master-mariner Whose ship hath sailed so far: and that is he Who hither brought the jewels thou dost see. And now, as luck will have it for the nonce, He wills to voyage ...
— The Poems of William Watson • William Watson
... The mountain Raven's youngling Brood Have left the Mother and the Nest, And they go rambling east and west In search of their own food, Or thro' the glittering Vapors dart ...
— Lyrical Ballads with Other Poems, 1800, Vol. 2 • William Wordsworth
... his papa plainly entered his head. He hurried back and forth on the brink with growing agitation, and was seemingly about to plunge in, when the singer again entered the water, brought up another morsel, and then stood on the ledge beside the eager youngling, "dipping" occasionally himself, and showing every time he winked—as did the little one, also—snowy-white eyelids, in strange contrast to ...
— A Bird-Lover in the West • Olive Thorne Miller
... the child abode alone: But Sigmund stood on his feet, and across the river he went. For he knew how the child was Siggeir's, and of Signy's fell intent. So he took the lad on his shoulder, and bade him hold his sword, And waded back to his dwelling across the rushing ford: But the youngling fell a prattling, and asked of this and that, As above the rattle of waters on Sigmund's shoulder he sat! And Sigmund deemed in his heart that the boy would be bold enough. So he fostered him there in the woodland in life full hard and rough For the space of three months' wearing; ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
... and holy things should breed such fantastic nonsense as all this; but remember at least the little acolyte of Rheims, whose father, in 1512, seeing him apt for religion, put him into a cassock and designed him for the Church, whereupon the youngling began to be as careless and devilish as Mercury, putting beeswax on the misericords, burning feathers in the censer, and even going round himself with the plate without leave and scolding the rich in loud whispers ...
— The Path to Rome • Hilaire Belloc
... Man} (Fumbling in his skin pouch for the doth.) In the many moons aforetime, Hundred moons and many hundred, When the old man was the young man, When the young man was the youngling, Dragging branches for the campfire, Stealing suet from the bear-meat, Cause of trouble to his mother, Came the Sun Man in the night-time. I alone of all the Nishinam Live to-day to tell the story; I alone of all the Nishinam Saw the Sun Man come among us, ...
— The Acorn-Planter - A California Forest Play (1916) • Jack London
... the isle: Vexed, 'stitched a book of broad leaves, arrow-shaped, Wrote thereon, he knows what, prodigious words; Has peeled a wand and called it by a name; Weareth at whiles for an enchanter's robe The eyed skin of a supple oncelot; And hath an ounce sleeker than youngling mole, A four-legged serpent he makes cower and couch, Now snarl, now hold its breath and mind his eye, And saith she is Miranda and my wife: 160 'Keeps for his Ariel a tall pouch-bill crane He bids ...
— Browning's Shorter Poems • Robert Browning
... when this breath from man's frail body flies The soul take keep, or know the things done here, Oh, how looks Dudon from the glorious skies? What wrath, what anger in his face appear, On this proud youngling while he bends his eyes, Marking how high he doth his feathers rear? Seeing his rash attempt, how soon he dare, Though but a boy, with his great ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... understanding a small part of its question, he said a reassuring word in his pleasant low-pitched voice: "Be of good cheer, youngling; there is no thought of eating you. I will bring you to a cup of wine before moonrise, if ...
— The Ward of King Canute • Ottilie A. Liljencrantz
... clad in robes of purest white, the priest Leads forth the youngling of a bristly swine, And two-year sheep, by shearer's hands unfleec'd. And they, with eyes turned to the dawn divine, Bared the bright steel, the victim's brow to sign, And strewed the cakes of salted ...
— The Aeneid of Virgil - Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor • Virgil |
