Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
…organ sounds, Tremulous, while underneath, (as the hid footholds of the earth, On which arising rest, and leaping forth depend, All shapes of beauty, grace and strength, all hues we know, Green blades of grass and warbling birds, children that gambol and play, the clouds of heaven above,) The strong base stands, and its pulsations intermits not, Bathing, supporting, merging all the rest, maternity of all the rest, And with it every instrument in multitudes, The players playing, all the…
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Charles and Fortinbras gamboled on ahead.
Madeleine L’Engle -- A Wrinkle in Time
It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.