Lambling

I have seen the lamblings skipping / In sunshine and in mist; […]

These woolly lamblings were immensely affected by his exhortations, and when he gave out the hymn, there was such a negro chorus about the house as might be heard across the Potomac — such a chorus as would never have been heard […]

These two pivots of the Great Wheel, blended, had brought men, women and children in their thousands, to kill some miserable lambling . . . on the temple steps in stonement for their sins […]

So tell me, lamblings, what's gonna keep a big bad supernatural predator from munching down on you succulent little morsels?” he asked, thoroughly creeping me out.