Parties of thirty or forty are grazing; and yonder, farther away by themselves, there must be nearly a hundred fawns.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
On emerging into the open, the whole herd of deer and fawns move slowly into the forest and disappear.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
The fawns and birds, that know our call, Are waiting for our presence-see, They wait my presence, love; and thee, The most desired of all.
"Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse"
Richard Doddridge Blackmore