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With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
- Sir Philip Sidney (Sydney),
Astrophel and Stella--Sonnet XXXI
I know not that there is anything in nature more soothing to the mind than the contemplation of the moon, sailing, like some planetary bark, amidst a sea of bright azure. The subject is certainly hackneyed; the moon has been sung by poet and poetaster. Is there any marvel that it should be so?
- William Gilmore Simms
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.
- Robert Southey, Madoc
(pt. II, The Close of the Century)
I with borrow'd 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.
- Jonathan Swift, On the Moon
Like a great phantom slowly sweeping through the sky.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop,
Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime.
Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild
O'er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale,
While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam
The whole air whitens with a boundless tide
Of silver radiance, trembling round the world.
- James Thomson (1)
As like the sacred queen of night,
Who pours a lovely, gentle light
Wide o'er the dark, by wanderers blest,
Conducting them to peace and rest.
- James Thomson (1), Ode to Seraphina
The crimson Moon, rising from the sea,
With large delight, foretells the harvest near.
- Lord Edward Thurlow (1), 1st Baron Thurlow,
Select Poems--The Harvest Moon
The silver empress of the night.
- Thomas Tickell
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.
- Joseph Augustine Wade,
Meet Me by Moonlight
The full-orb'd moon with her nocturnal ray
Shed o'er the scene a lovely flood of day.
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 Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde),
La Faite de la Lune
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