|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.
AddisonSpectator. No. 465. Ode.
|The moon is a silver pin-head vast,|
That holds the heavens tent-hangings fast.
Wm. R. AlgerOriental 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.
|Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. II. Sec. III. Mem. 7.
|The moon pulld off her veil of light,|
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,
Thats both her lustre and her shade),
And in the lantern of the night,
With shining horns hung out her light.
ButlerHudibras. 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 eer she shone straight,
Whether twere day or night demonstrate;
Tell what her dameter to an inch is,
And prove that shes not made of green cheese.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. L. 261.
| The devils in the moon for mischief; they|
Who calld 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!
ByronDon Juan. Canto I. St. 113.
|Into the sunsets turquoise marge|
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
Madison CaweinAt 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.
MDonald ClarkeThe Graveyard.
|The moving moon went up the sky,|
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
ColeridgeThe 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,
Oh, then let me,
From prison free,
March out by moonlight cheerily.
George Colman the YoungerMountaineers. 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!
|And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.|
Erasmus DarwinBotanic Garden. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 90.
|Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.|
GayTrivia. 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.
W. W. HarneyThe Stab.
|He who would see old Hoghton right|
Must view it by the pale moonlight.
HazlittEnglish Proverbs and Provincial Phrases. (1869). P. 196. (Hoghton Tower is not far from Blackburn.)
|As the moons fair image quaketh|
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,
Moves with silent peaceful motion.
HeineBook of Songs. New Spring. Prologue. No. 23.
|Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go|
Over those hoary crests, divinely led!
Art thou that huntress of the silver bow
Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread
Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below,
Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow,
Where hunters never climbedsecure from dread?
HoodOde to the Moon.
|The moon, the moon, so silver and cold,|
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shadynow bright and sunny
But of all the lunar things that change,
The one that shows most fickle and strange,
And takes the most eccentric range,
Is the moonso calledof honey!
HoodMiss Kilmansegg. Her Honeymoon.
|The stars were glittering in the heavens dusk meadows,|
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
The thin, clear crescent lustrous over her,
Made Ruth raise question, looking through the bars
Of heaven, with eyes half-oped, what God, what comer
Unto the harvest of the eternal summer,
Had flung his golden hook down on the field of stars.
Victor HugoBoaz Asleep.
|Such a slender moon, going up and up,|
Waxing so fast from night to night,
And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright,
Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup,
And hold to my two lips lifes best of wine.
Jean IngelowSongs of the Night Watches. The First Watch. Pt. II.
| The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.|
Sir William Jones.
|Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,|
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver car,
State in wonted manner keep.
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess, excellently bright!
Ben JonsonHymn. To Cynthia.
|The moon put forth a little diamond peak|
No bigger than an unobserved star,
Or tiny point of fairy cimetar.
KeatsEndymion. Bk. IV. L. 499.
|See yonder fire! It is the moon|
Slow rising oer the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.
LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. VI. L. 462.
|It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes|
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests.
|The dews of summer night did fall;|
The moon (sweet regent of the sky)
Silverd the walls of Cumnor Hall,
And many an oak that grew thereby.
Wm. J. MickleCumnor Hall. (Authorship of Cumnor Hall claimed for Jean Adam. Conceded generally to Mickle.)
|Let the air strike our tune,|
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.
Thomas MiddletonThe Witch. Act V. Sc. 2.
|Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou fair Moon,|
That wontst to love the travellers benison,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos.
MiltonComus. L. 331.
|* * * now glowd the firmament|
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveild her peerless light,
And oer the dark her silver mantle threw.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 604.
| The moon looks|
On many brooks,
The brook can see no moon but this.
MooreIrish Melodies. While Gazing on the Moons Light.
| He should, as he list, be able to prove the moon made of grene cheese.|
Sir Thomas MoreEnglish Works. P. 256. Same phrase in BlacklochHatchet of Heresies. (1565). Rabelais. Bk. I. Ch. XI. Jack Jugler in Dodsleys Old Plays. Ed. by Hazlitt. Vol. II.
| Hail, pallid crescent, hail!|
Let me look on thee where thou sittst for aye
Like memoryghastly in the glare of day,
But in the evening, light.
D. M. MulockThe Moon in the Morning.
| No restno dark.|
Hour after hour that passionless bright face
Climbs up the desolate blue.
D. M. MulockMoon-Struck.
|Au clair de la lune|
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prête moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot;
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je nai plus de feu,
Ouvre moi ta porte,
Pour lamour de Dieu.
Lend me thy pen
To write a word
In the moonlight,
Pierrot, my friend!
My candles out,
Ive no more fire;
For love of God
Open thy door!
French Folk Song.
|Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,|
Wi the auld moon in hir arme.
Thomas PercyReliques. Sir Patrick Spens. See also ScottMinstrelsy of the Scottish Border.
|Jove, thou regent of the skies.|
PopeOdyssey. Bk. II. L. 42.
|Day glimmerd in the east, and the white Moon|
Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky.
Samuel RogersItaly. The Lake of Geneva.
|Again thou reignest in thy golden hall,|
Rejoicing in thy sway, fair queen of night!
The ruddy reapers hail thee with delight:
Theirs is the harvest, theirs the joyous call
For tasks well ended ere the seasons fall.
RoscoeSonnet. To the Harvest Moon.
|The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather|
Fluttering far down the gulf.
D. G. RossettiThe Blessed Damozel. St. 10.
|That I could clamber to the frozen moon|
And draw the ladder after me.
Quoted by Schopenhauer in Parerga and Paralipomena.
|Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee;|
I prithee, dear moon, now show to me
The form and the features, the speech and degree,
Of the man that true lover of mine shall be.
ScottHeart of Mid-Lothian. Ch. XVII.
|If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,|
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto II. St. 1.
|The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle|
Thats curded by the frost from purest snow.
Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 65.
| How slow|
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young mans revenue.
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 3.
|Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,|
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And through this distemperature we see
The seasons alter.
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 103.
|It is the very error of the moon:|
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 109.
|The watry star.|
Winters Tale. Act I. Sc. 2.
|That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,|
Whom mortals call the moon.
ShelleyThe Cloud. IV.
|The young moon has fed|
Her exhausted horn
With the sunsets fire.
ShelleyHellas. Semi-Chorus II.
| Art thou pale for weariness|
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyous eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
ShelleyTo the Moon.
|With how sad steps, O moon, thou climbst the skies!|
How silently, and with how wan a face!
Sir Philip SidneyAstrophel and Stella. Sonnet XXXI.
|The Moon arose: she shone upon the lake,|
Which lay one smooth expanse of silver light;
She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast
Upon their hollows and their hidden glens
A blacker depth of shade.
SoutheyMadoc. Pt. II. The Close of the Century.
Found in Life of John Sterling. P. 84. (Peoples Ed.) Applied to the teaching of Coleridge. Said to have been applied by Carlyle to Emerson.
|I with borrowd silver shine,|
What you see is none of mine.
First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:
Then the half, and then the whole,
Ever dancing round the pole.
Swift.On the Moon.
|As like the sacred queen of night,|
Who pours a lovely, gentle light
Wide oer the dark, by wanderers blest,
Conducting them to peace and rest.
ThomsonOde to Seraphina.
|The crimson Moon, uprising from the sea,|
With large delight, foretells the harvest near.
Lord ThurlowSelect Poems. The Harvest Moon.
|Meet me by moonlight alone,|
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
You must promise to come, for I said
I would show the night-flowers their queen.
Nay, turn not away that sweet head,
T is the loveliest ever was seen.
J. Augustus WadeMeet Me by Moonlight.
|And suddenly the moon withdraws|
Her sickle from the lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
Oscar WildeLa Faite de la Lune.