Goaten

[…] The angels you can ne'er salute, For see, you have a goaten foot.

The limpid wave reveals a goaten foot.

Each and every one started to give vent to its own particular voice—from the deep bass of one of the larger ones, whose human upper part and goaten extremities were dead black, to an evil kind of reedy chuckle that came from one of the nameless brutes — […]

Once down by the southern Sea I lay on a boulder, Wrung as lately my kin Spirit, when breaking through Olives, the Spook of Noon With goaten foot flicked me: […]