But ever wert thou a kind and tender-hearted youngling, and we twain are alone in an alien land.
"The Well at the World's End" by William Morris
The stately beast the two Tyrrhidae bred, Snatch'd from his dams, and the tame youngling fed.
"The Aeneid" by Virgil
Tell me, hast thou ever seen any fairer or doughtier than this youngling?
"Child Christopher" by William Morris
Does the Lycosa at least feed the younglings who, for seven months, swarm upon her back?
"The Life of the Spider" by J. Henri Fabre
I can outwork and outgame the huskiest of the younglings.
"The Mutiny of the Elsinore" by Jack London
Sometimes I count ten younglings, sometimes as many as thirteen, and once I made it as much as fourteen.
"Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, July 21, 1920" by Various
THE YOUNGLING OF THE FLOCK.
"Mrs Whittelsey's Magazine for Mothers and Daughters" by Various
It was only in story books, or by younglings like me that lovers were expected to be true.
"The Late Miss Hollingford" by Rosa Mulholland
So now Youngling was to try.
"Tales of Wonder Every Child Should Know" by Various
He was a favorite with the younglings.
"Joyce's Investments" by Fannie E. Newberry
Or else the parent turns to these,
The younglings born beneath her eye,
And hangs the baby-buds close by,
In wind-rocked cradles from the trees.
"The Meetings Of The Flowers" by Denis Florence MacCarthy
—That little wood of hazel and tall pine
And youngling fir, where oft we have loved to see
The level beams of early morning shine
Freshly from tree to tree.
"How He Saw Angus The God" by C S Lewis
No weariness of life made wise,
No canker in the youngling bud,
No lustre failing from our eyes,
Nor ardour paling in the blood!
Neither ever seemed less fair
To the other playing there.
"Early Love" by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
She guards the youngling Church as once
She kept her small Son while He grew,
Safe sheltered from the winds and suns,
Comforted with soft rain and dew;
Till it's full-grown and she is free
For the long bliss that is to be.
"After Ascension" by Katharine Tynan
I looked upon you coffined amid your virgin flowers,
But even that white silence could bring me no belief:
"She lies in maiden sleep," I said. "and in the youngling hours
Her sealed dark eyes will open to scorn our foolish grief."
"Realization" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Or would we still as youngling lovers kiss,
Fearing the ardours of the greater bliss?
The maid be still a maid and never know
Why mothers love their little blossoms so
Or can the mother be content her bud
Shall never open out of babyhood?
"Time Flies" by Richard Le Gallienne