unmilked

unmilked

(ʌnˈmɪlkt)
adj
1. (Agriculture) (of animals) not milked
2. (Cookery) with no milk added
3. informal not having been used to the full; not having had the full amount extracted from
References in classic literature ?
On one of these afternoons four or five unmilked cows chanced to stand apart from the general herd, behind the corner of a hedge, among them being Dumpling and Old Pretty, who loved Tess's hands above those of any other maid.
As soon as Billy could sit in a highchair or an ordinary packing box on the floor, she kept him with her while she went about her different tasks, cooing and laughing with him as she worked, but when he needed attention she could disregard calling dishes, chickens, half-churned butter, unfinished ironing, unmilked cows or an irate husband with a placidity that was worthy of the old Greek gods.
Nary does a cash cow the size of GoT go unmilked, so we've got at least one more Thrones TV show coming our way .
Another solution method would be to fetch the unmilked cows.
"There is a danger there will be no one left to work in the countryside and cows will go unmilked.
There is the next step: to leave a cow 'unmilked in order that she may make a good show at market'.
No action movie clich remains unmilked in a movie so jingoistic it practically bleeds red, white and blue - though as this is a 12A with an eye to pubescent boys as its target market, deaths are accompanied by relatively little gore and lots of big explosions.
Is it possible to milk only two quarters and leave the others unmilked? Does she have to be milked dry at milking?
TO THE discerning observer, a hint of the leprechaun glows in the blue-eyed smile of the man carrying a beaker of unmilked coffee to a table in the glass-roofed cafe, where he is going to shrink the world by the flow of his words.
But, for better or worse, it's directed in the style of out-and-out farce, with no moment going unmilked. Perfs are broad, sure, but they're consistently so.
Chickens stumble around the debris bewildered, and cows roam around, their udders unmilked and bloated.
Perhaps it is the wine, perhaps it is Fatima's glossy black skin, perhaps it is your elation over Copenhagen and you now dance holding Fatima's sweating black hand - faster, your heart thumping, and your engorged, unmilked breasts bumping against your chest.