The elder Satyrs were known as Sileni.
"A History of Pantomime" by R. J. Broadbent
To Theodora he appeared an ugly little man, who reminded her of the statue of a satyr she knew in the Louvre.
"Beyond The Rocks" by Elinor Glyn
Mr. John Milton's Satyre against hypocrites.
"Life of John Milton" by Richard Garnett
Then came an altar, and a troop of satyrs in gold and scarlet, carrying golden drinking-cups.
"History Of Egypt From 330 B.C. To The Present Time, Volume 10 (of 12)" by S. Rappoport
The loins of a Hercules and the face of a satyr.
"The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume II (of 8)" by Guy de Maupassant
Venus, Cupid, and Satyr.
"The Florentine Painters of the Renaissance" by Bernhard Berenson
He was still grinning, but now the grin had become set, satyric, hideous.
"The Trail Horde" by Charles Alden Seltzer
The image of Christopher kept floating in front of me; his face seemed to have the expression of a satyr.
"Red Hair" by Elinor Glyn
In ten minutes he had formed a satyr that bore such a close resemblance to Piero that the guests roared with laughter.
"Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 4 (of 14)" by Elbert Hubbard
It was the head of a satyr in anger.
"The Cockaynes in Paris" by Blanchard Jerrold
The turtle then in palm trees mourns,
While owls and satyrs howl:
The pleasant land to brimstone turns,
And all her streams grow foul.
"The Bird" by Henry Vaughan
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
With such a sweep, and ardor so intense,
That on the statue suddenly were born
The muscled goat-thighs shaggy and immense,
And o the brow the satyr's pair of horn.
"Portico" by Ruben Dario
The Naiads dance by the river's edge,
On the low, soft moss and the bending sedge;
Wood-nymphs and satyrs and graceful fawns
Sport in the woods, on the grassy lawns!
"The Banished Spirit's Song" by Denis Florence MacCarthy
What leaps in the bosk but a satyr?
What pipes on the wind but a faun?
Or laughs in the waters that scatter,
But limbs of a nymph who is gone,
When we walk in the dawn?
"Interpreted" by Madison Julius Cawein
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.