The bas-relief in bronze you promised me, Those Pans and Nymphs ye wot of, and perchance Some tripod, Thyrsus, with a vase or so, The Saviour at his sermon on the mount, Saint Praxed in a glory, and one Pan Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables,-but I know Ye mark me not!
"Hospital Sketches"
Robert Swain Peabody
This crown of mine Is of the holly; in my hand I bear The Thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Thyrsus, we may here interject, was the wand borne by Initiates, and candidates were touched with it during the ceremony of Initiation.
"Esoteric Christianity, or The Lesser Mysteries"
Annie Besant