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- Unattributed Author,
found in "Life of John Sterling", p. 84 (People's Ed.), applied to teachings of Coleridge
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth.
- Joseph Addison,
in the "Spectator", no. 465, Ode
Waning moons their settled periods keep, to swell the billows and ferment the deep.
- Joseph Addison
The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
- William R. Alger,
Oriental Poetry--The Use of the Moon
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
- William Cullen Bryant, The Tides
Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?
- Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy
(pt. II, sec. III, mem. 7)
The Queen of night, whose large command
Rules all the sea, and half the land,
And over moist and crazy brains,
In high spring-tides, at midnight reigns,
Was now declining to the west,
To go to bed, and take her rest.
- Samuel Butler (1)
The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,)
That's both her lustre and her shade),
And in the lantern of the night,
With shining horns hung out her light.
- Samuel Butler (1), Hudibras
(pt. II, canto I, l. 905)
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no;
That would, as soon as e'er she shone straight,
Whether 'twere day or night demonstrate;
Tell what her d'ameter to an inch is,
And prove that she's not made of green cheese.
- Samuel Butler (1), Hudibras
(pt. II, canto III, l. 261)
The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower,
Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
A loving languor which is not repose.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
The devil's in the moon for mischief; they
Who call'd her chaste, methinks, began too soon
Their nomenclature; there is not a day,
The longest, not the twenty-first of June,
Sees half the business in a wicked way,
On which three single hours of moonshine smile--
And then she looks so modest all the while!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Don Juan (canto I, st. 113)
Into the sunset's turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
- Madison Julius Cawein, At Sunset (st. 1)
The sun had sunk and the summer skies
Were dotted with specks of light
That melted soon in the deep moon-rise
That flowed over Groton Height.
- M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet"),
The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Ancient Mariner (pt. IV)
When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all is mute the Moorish flute,
And nodding guards watch wearily,
On, then let me,
From prison free,
March out by moonlight cheerily.
- George Colman ("The Younger"),
Mountaineers (act I, sc. 2)
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
- George Croly, Diana
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
- Erasmus Darwin, Botanic Garden
(pt. I, canto II, l. 90)
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
- John Dryden
Go out of the house to see the moon, and 'tis mere tinsel: it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,
from his essay on nature
Lend me thy pen
To write a word
In the moonlight.
Pierrot, my friend!
My candle's out,
I've no more fire;--
For love of God
Open thy door!
[Fr., Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prete moi ta plume
Pour ecrire un mot;
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je n'ai plus de feu,
Ouvre moi ta porte,
Pour l'amour de Dieu.]
- Folk Songs, French Folk Song
Cynthia, fair regent of the night, oh, may thy silver lamp from heaven's high bower direct my footsteps in the midnight hour.
- John Gay
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
- John Gay, Trivia (bk. III)
On the road, the lonely road,
Under the cold, white moon;
Under the rugged trees he strode,
Whistled and shifted his heavy load--
Whistled a foolish tune.
- William Wallace Harney, The Stab
Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
He who would see old Hoghton right
Must view it by the pale moonlight.
- William Hazlitt (1),
English Proverbs and Provincial Phrases
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