With breath reeking of drink, with bloodshot eyes and reeling step, the satyr entered.
"The Mystery of a Turkish Bath" by E.M. Gollan (AKA Rita)
The satyr virus isn't very high on the scale, I agree, but it is life, with no detectable connection to any other form in the Kingdoms.
"The Alembic Plot" by Ann Wilson
Here a laughing satyr was perched on the top of a fountain, spouting water in a silvery arc.
"The 1926 Tatler" by Various
This island was once overrun with satyrs and werwolves!
"Werwolves" by Elliott O'Donnell
The crest with the cock, that with the skull and satyr, and the "Melancholy," are the best you could have, but any will do.
"The Crown of Wild Olive" by John Ruskin
This is the face of a satyr.
"The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde
The centaur and the satyr are no longer grotesque; the type is accepted.
"The Sense of Beauty" by George Santayana
I would have married a satyr if he had been rich enough.
"The Slave of Silence" by Fred M. White
But the disguised satyr is a menace to the innocent.
"The Orchard of Tears" by Sax Rohmer
A satyr lifts her vest, while Silenus and other figures look on in admiration.
"Museum of Antiquity" by L. W. Yaggy
Satyrs' heads leered instead of windows.
"The Belovéd Vagabond" by William J. Locke
It was rather that of a handsome satyr than of an English lad of twenty.
"The Missionary" by George Griffith
Satyrs are mentioned in the Bible, although they never existed outside the superstitious imagination.
"Flowers of Freethought" by George W. Foote
It was as if a satyr had suddenly revealed his lawless soul to her.
"Money Magic" by Hamlin Garland
It was as if mocking, satyr-hoofs had trampled her mind's garden.
"Shadows of Flames" by Amelie Rives
HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF A CHINESE PRIEST, together with the Head of a Satyr.
"Aubrey Beardsley" by Robert Ross
Stay, satyr, stay; you are too light of foot, I cannot reach your paces, prythee, stay.
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays" by Robert Dodsley
Chub and Jack were grinning like satyrs and enjoying hugely his bewilderment.
"The Crimson Sweater" by Ralph Henry Barbour
She said that you were a satyr.
"The New Gulliver and Other Stories" by Barry Pain
Of this period, too, are his "Nymph and Satyr," "Heroic Landscape" (Diana Hunting), both of 1858, and "Sappho" (1859).
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 4, Slice 1" by Various
So he that sits on flaming wheels,
And rules the sea and thunder,
Caught up the satyr by the heels
And tore his skirts asunder.
"Syrinx" by Henry Kendall
Poet of the happy Tityrus
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
Poet of the poet-satyr
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;
"To Virgil" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
"Crown the strong brute satyr wise!
Narrow-wall his Helot brain;
Dash the soul from breast and eyes,
Lash him toward the earth again.
"The Helot" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
When the flowery hands of spring
Forth their woodland riches fling,
Through the meadows, through the valleys
Goes the satyr carolling.
"The Satyr" by C S Lewis
Wild ass or trotting jackal comes and couches
in the mouldering gates:
Wild satyrs call unto their mates across the
fallen fluted drums.
"The Sphinx" by Oscar Wilde
The lilies float like slender hands
Towards a satyr-trampled brink.
With crowns of oakleaves in their hair
The shouting fauns come down to drink.
"Half Moon" by Robin Hyde