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Usage examples of maenad.

On thy form from every side Like a Maenad, round the cup Which Agave lifted up In the weird Cadmaean forest.

The shadow of the leaves, dappling her, gave her frock the strange look of a leopard skin, a Bacchic image, a maenad.

Dead leaves stream through the hurrying air And the maenads dance with flying hair.

The dead leaves sigh on the troubled air, Far off the maenads bind their hair.

Only, a song is in your ears, A song you have heard, you think, in dream: The song which only the demon hears, In the dark forest where maenads scream .

Sovaz said nothing to these maenads, but the symbol was not lost on her.

Ermaulde, becoming aware of the activity, turned, and the mimes capered away, to dance for five seconds with furious energy, like maenads, before they once again flung themselves down beside Ivanello.

Bathing its burnished depths, will change to gold Its last bright drop let thirsty Maenads drain, Its fragrance will remain.

Quite as much as the dance of the Maenads or the frenzy of the Corybantes, love-making carries us into a different world, where at other times we are forbidden to enter, and where we cease to belong as soon as the ardor is spent, or the ecstasy subsides.

He realized that these must be maenads, the crazed followers of Dionysus, and behind them came Dionysus himself.

They seized me at last and tore me apart, as my maenads will do for Pentheus.

In whose brain was it that the legend grew Of Maenads shrieking in this avenue, Of watch-fires burning, Famine standing guard, Of long-speared Uhlans in that palace-yard!

Out in a bloody rain to feed our fields Amid the Maenad roar of nitre's song And sulfur's cantus firmus.

She flattered herself that no one knew, and yet one day she emerged from a maenad dance to the sound of distant Pan pipes, her disheveled hair hot and sweaty on her bare neck - and then with the shock and jerk, feeling the pins taut in the French knot at her neck, her hands just touching the keys of her office Selectric, and the girl at the next desk staring.

A pile of Cassandras, Harlequins and Columbines, jolted along high above the passersby, all possible grotesquenesses, from the Turk to the savage, Hercules supporting Marquises, fishwives who would have made Rabelais stop up his ears just as the Maenads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, dandified hats, spectacles of a grimacer, three-cornered hats of Janot tormented with a butterfly, shouts directed at pedestrians, fists on hips, bold attitudes, bare shoulders, immodesty unchained.