"Younker" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Majesty's dinner compelled him to relax his hold, and in an instant he was precipitated among the Blackwall delicacies. The indignant cook immediately demanded "his business there." "Don't you see," observed the younker, "I'm ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... father with his enemies; So fled his enemies my warlike father. Methinks 'tis pride enough to be his son.— See how the morning opes her golden gates And takes her farewell of the glorious sun. How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to ...
— King Henry VI, Third Part • William Shakespeare [Rolfe edition]
... cried a younker, who had just exploded a detonating cracker, and was making his escape through ...
— Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II. • Pierce Egan
... give up the job just yet," said he, the next morning, in discussing the situation with Barnwell and the leading pioneers. "That younker has got himself in a scrape, through no fault of his own, and onless he gets a lift there's no show for his pullin' ...
— In the Pecos Country • Edward Sylvester Ellis (AKA Lieutenant R.H. Jayne)
... "That younker's face and voice are not so blithe as might be. Hast been chiding him, Myles?" asked Bradford as ...
— Standish of Standish - A story of the Pilgrims • Jane G. Austin
... cheery— Break through the starch o' the quarter-deck realm; His coxswain late, so the Commodore's pet. Ay, and in night-watches long and weary, Bored nigh to death with the navy etiquette, Yearning, too, for fun, some younker, a cadet, Dropping for time each vain bumptious trick, Boy-like would unbend to Bridegroom Dick. But a limit there was—a check, d' ye see: Those fine young aristocrats knew ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville
... the way full well. The dusk is hardly fell. Nay, you're not plucking Judith's sleeve, Hammie? You are not a lad to want a sister at elbow? Go, now! What say you, Mistress Snelling? The tale? An' Willy Shakespeare here, all eyes and open mouth for it, too? Ay, but he's the rascalliest sweet younker for the tale. An' where were we? Ay, the fat woman of Brentford had just come ...
— A Warwickshire Lad - The Story of the Boyhood of William Shakespeare • George Madden Martin |
