MOON
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Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm.—Anonymous
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The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.—BLAKE, Night
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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!—BYRON, Don Juan
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The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.—COLERIDGE, The Ancient Mariner
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The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight, has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world.—EMERSON, Essays
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What is there in thee, Moon! that thou should'st move
My heart so potently?—KEATS, Endymion
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The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.—ALFRED NOYES, The Highwayman
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Clear moon, frost soon.—Proverb
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You gazed at the moon and fell in a gutter.—Proverb
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The moon does not heed the barking of dogs.—Proverb
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Or think that the moon is made of a green cheese.—Proverb
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O sovereign mistress of true melancholy.—SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra
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Upon the corner of the moon,
There hangs a vaporous drop profound.—SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!—SHAKESPEARE, The Merchant of Venice
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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.—SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer-Night's Dream
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It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.—SHAKESPEARE, Othello
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Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—
Juliet: O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly .changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.—SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious.—SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
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How now, moon-calf? How dost thine ague?—SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest
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Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.—MARK TWAIN, Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar
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Meet me by moonlight alone.—J. A. WADE, Meet Me by Moonlight Alone
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Lo, the moon ascending,
Up from the east the silvery round moon,
Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,
Immense and silent moon.—WALT WHITMAN, Dirge for Two Veterans
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