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Transcendental moonshine.
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: found in "Life of John Sterling", p. 84 (People's Ed.), applied to teaching of Coleridge
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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.
Author: Joseph Addison
Source: in the "Spectator", no. 465, Ode
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The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
Author: William R. Alger
Source: Oriental Poetry--The Use of the Moon
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: The Tides
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Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?
Author: Robert Burton
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy (pt. II, sec. III, mem. 7)
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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.
Author: Samuel Butler (1)
Source: Hudibras (pt. II, canto I, l. 905)
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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.
Author: Samuel Butler (1)
Source: Hudibras (pt. II, canto III, l. 261)
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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!
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto I, st. 113)
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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.
Author: Madison Julius Cawein
Source: At Sunset (st. 1)
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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.
Author: M'Donald Clarke ("The Mad Poet")
Source: The Graveyard
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The moving moon went up to the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Source: The Ancient Mariner (pt. IV)
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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.
Author: George Colman ("The Younger")
Source: Mountaineers (act I, sc. 2)
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How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
Author: George Croly
Source: Diana
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And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
Author: Erasmus Darwin
Source: Botanic Garden (pt. I, canto II, l. 90)
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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.]
Author: Folk Songs
Source: French Folk Song
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Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
Author: John Gay
Source: Trivia (bk. III)
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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.
Author: William Wallace Harney
Source: The Stab
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He who would see old Hoghton right
Must view it by the pale moonlight.
Author: William Hazlitt
Source: English Proverbs and Provincial Phrases (p. 196)
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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.
Author: Heinrich Heine
Source: Book of Songs--New Spring (prologue, no. 23)
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Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Author: Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")
Source: The Odyssey (bk. II, l. 42), (Pope's translation)
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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!
Author: Thomas Hood
Source: Miss Milmansegg--Her Honeymoon
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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?
Author: Thomas Hood
Source: Ode to the Moon
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The stars were glittering in the heaven's 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.
Author: Victor Hugo
Source: Boaz Asleep
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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 life's best of wine.
Author: Jean Ingelow
Source: Songs of the Night Watches--The First Watch (pt. II)
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The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but
one moon.
Author: Jean Ingelow
Source: Songs of the Night Watches--The First Watch (pt. II)
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