After this meeting at the new moon
, I am to be given in marriage to Masilo," said the maid.
The old woman counselled her to go to the mill-pond the next full moon
and play upon a golden flute, and then to lay the flute on the bank.
The engagement given, he of the White Moon
wheeled about, and making obeisance to the viceroy with a movement of the head, rode away into the city at a half gallop.
The further moon
revolves about Mars in something over thirty and one-quarter hours, and with her sister satellite makes a nocturnal Martian scene one of splendid and weird grandeur.
My heart that once was full of light Is but a dying moon
being the heavenly body much the nearest to us, of course we see farther into its secrets than into those of any other planet.
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses, And on thine own, upturn'd- alas, in sorrow!
The doctor responded, with much dignity, that the moon
made her provincial tour every thousand years, feeling the necessity of showing herself nearer at hand to her worshippers.
Come hither"; and I led them to the door of the hut and pointed to the red ball of the moon
Photography has given us proofs of the incomparable beauty of our satellite; all is known regarding the moon
which mathematical science, astronomy, geology, and optics can learn about her.
According to the advice forwarded from the members of the Observatory, the gun destined to launch the projectile had to be fixed in a country situated between the 0 and 28th degrees of north or south latitude, in order to aim at the moon
when at the zenith; and its initiatory velocity was fixed at twelve thousand yards to the second.
This relates to a book published some years ago in Germany, and said to be by Herschel, which contained a description of the moon
and its inhabitants, written with such a semblance of truth that many were deceived by the imposture.
SHONE down out of a cloudless sky--a huge, swollen moon
that seemed so close to earth that one might wonder that she did not brush the crooning tree tops.
In a word, the clock struck five just as Mr Jones took his leave of Gloucester; an hour at which (as it was now mid-winter) the dirty fingers of Night would have drawn her sable curtain over the universe, had not the moon
forbid her, who now, with a face as broad and as red as those of some jolly mortals, who, like her, turn night into day, began to rise from her bed, where she had slumbered away the day, in order to sit up all night.
Perhaps my mother may have been superstitious of the moon
and looked upon it over the wrong shoulder at the wrong time.