Gyve

[…] I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton’s bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

With head and heart and hand I’ll strive To break the rod, and rend the gyve,— The spoiler of his prey deprive,—

Our gyves were removed and our possessions returned to us, except for my Banker’s Special.

Not gyved with connubial relations, I entered upon my migration entirely isolated, with the exception of a canine quadruped whose mordacious, latrant, lusorious, and venatic qualities, are without parity.

"Say, rather, to melt the iron links which gyve soul to body," said Clifton ...

Gyved to a squeaky swivel seat in my office, …