Moon

"The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle That's curded by the frost from purest snow."

"How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man's revenue."

"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."

"It is the very error of the moon: She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad."

"The wat'ry star."

"When there is the moon, the night automatically becomes beautiful; there might be no need for extra light. Light must be saved for those moments when the night is dark, and the moon doesn't appear in the sky."

"...the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places."

"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."

"The moon, obviously, has its advantages [over Mars when considering future human spaceflight missions]. It is several orders of magnitude closer to Earth, which makes it a superb training ground for missions to Mars. Decades from now, when the first astronauts headed to Mars finish firing their rocket engines, their ship will be on an inevitable course that will require months, if not years, to return to Earth, and they had better be prepared for every contingency. The moon is only a few days from our home planet. As every test pilot knows, you should always use a buildup approach when developing new aircraft. In the same vein, our future astronauts will be well served to use the ISS and moon as test beds for the first Mars missions."

"My dream would be to fly to the moon and build permanent structures, using the raw materials available there. For instance, regolith, or moon dust, could be used to make a form of concrete. Using 3-D printers, we could build all kinds of things with that moon concrete -- houses, streets and observatories, for example."

"And she goes and roams the world at night, and makes sport with men and causes them to emit seed. And wherever men are found sleeping alone in a house, they [these spirits] descend upon them and get hold of them and adhere to them and take desire from them and bear from them. And they also afflict them with disease, and the men do not know it. And all this is because of the diminishing of the moon."

"And when Lilith comes and sees that child, she knows what happened, and she ties herself to him and brings him up like all those other sons of Naamah. And she is with him many times, but does not kill him. This is the man who becomes blemished on every New Moon, for she never gives him up. For month after month, when the moon becomes renewed in the world Lilith comes forth and visits all those whom she brings up, and makes sport with them, and therefore that person is blemished at that time."

"And on every New Moon that spirit of evil appearance becomes stirred up by Lilith, and at time that man suffers harm from the spirit, and falls to the ground and cannot get up, or even dies."

"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."

"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."

"Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairyland Hesperides, Over the hills and away."

"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."

"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."

"How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!"

"Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night."

"Jove, thou regent of the skies."

"And hail their queen, fair regent of the night."

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shady—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!"

"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."

"H. P. Blavatsky is our sole originator of a theory... She says her teachers told her, and leaves us to work out the details; but her theory will bear investigation if taken as part of the whole evolutionary scheme reported by her... While she plainly asserts that the former body of the entity now called Man's Earth is the very moon in our sky, the existence of a mystery is as plainly declared. The first mystery which she claimed to reveal - and, indeed, she first of every one states it - is that in a remote period, when there was no earth, the moon existed as an inhabited globe, died, and at once threw out into space all her energies, leaving nothing but the physical vehicle. Those energies revolved and condensed the matter in space near by and produced our earth; the moon, its parent, proceeding towards disintegration, but compelled to revolve around her child, this earth. This gives us a use and history for the moon. But then the same messenger says that the "superstition" prevailing so long and widely as to the moon's bad influence, as in insanity, in necromancy, and the like, is due to the fact that the moon, being a corpse intimately associated with earth, throws upon the latter, so very near to her, a stream of noxious emanations which, when availed of by wicked and knowing persons, may be used for man's injury."

"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon."

"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!"

"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) Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby."

"Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon."

"The moon looks On many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this."

"He should, as he list, be able to prove the moon made of grene cheese."

"No rest—no dark. Hour after hour that passionless bright face Climbs up the desolate blue."

"Au clair de la lune Mon ami Pierrot, Prête moi ta plume Pour écrire un mot; Ma chandelle est morte, Je n'ai plus de feu, Ouvre moi ta porte, Pour l'amour de Dieu."

"Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moon in hir arme."

"Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white Moon Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky."

"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 season's fall."

"The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf."

"That I could clamber to the frozen moon And draw the ladder after me."

"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."

"That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon."

"The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire."

"Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,— And ever changing, like a joyous eye That finds no object worth its constancy?"

"With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!"

"Transcendental moonshine."

"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."

"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."