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
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
He sits in a wheelchair, a dapper suit smoothed over his gnarled body, his lips crooked in a faint satyr's leer.
AP photo Publishing director of the satyric weekly Charlie Hebdo, Charb, displays the front page of the newspaper as he poses for photographers in Paris today.
Publishing director of the satyric weekly Charlie Hebdo, Charb, holds the newspaper as he talks to the media in Paris, Wednesday, Sept 19, 2012.
Ancient Greek stater coin featuring satyr breaks $3.2 million sale record.