| Author |
Quotes |
| Erasmus Darwin | And hail their queen, fair regent of the night. |
| Folk Songs | 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! |
| George Croly | How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! |
| Heinrich Heine | 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. |
| Jean Ingelow | 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. |
| Jean Ingelow | The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. |
| John Gay | Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night. |
| Madison Julius Cawein | 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. |
| Robert Burton | Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog? |
| William Cullen Bryant | 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 Hazlitt | He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight. |
| William R Alger | The moon is a silver pin-head vast, That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast. |
| William Wallace Harney | 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. |
| Homer | Jove, thou regent of the skies. |
| Joseph Addison | 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. |
| Samuel Butler | The moon pull'd off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight That's both her lustre and her shade, And in the lantern of the night, With shining horns hung out her light. |
| Samuel Butler | 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 Taylor Coleridge | The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide, Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside. |
| Unattributed Author | Transcendental moonshine. |
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