Quotes , Source: found in "Life of John Sterling", p. 84 (People's Ed.), applied to teaching 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.
Quotes , Source: in the "Spectator", no. 465, Ode
Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?
Quotes , Source: Anatomy of Melancholy (pt. II, sec. III, mem. 7)
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but
Quotes , Source: Songs of the Night Watches--The First Watch (pt. II)
'Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
Quotes , Source: Trivia (bk. III)
The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
William R. Alger
Quotes , Source: 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
Quotes , Source: The Tides
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)
Quotes , Source: 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)
Quotes , Source: Hudibras (pt. II, canto III, l. 261)
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)
Quotes , Source: 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
Quotes , Source: 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")
Quotes , Source: The Graveyard
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
Quotes , Source: 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")
Quotes , Source: 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!
Quotes , Source: Diana
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
Quotes , Source: Botanic Garden (pt. I, canto II, l. 90)
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.]
Quotes , Source: French Folk Song
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
Quotes , Source: The Stab
He who would see old Hoghton right
Must view it by the pale moonlight.
Quotes , Source: English Proverbs and Provincial Phrases (p. 196)
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,
Moves with silent peaceful motion.
Quotes , Source: Book of Songs--New Spring (prologue, no. 23)
The moon, the moon, so silver and cold,
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shade--now 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 moon--so called--of honey!
Quotes , Source: Miss Milmansegg--Her Honeymoon
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 climbed--secure from dread?
Quotes , Source: Ode to the Moon