Found in 15 poems.
- 340On Luna's orb he cast his frenzied eye:--
- 342Queen of the sky, whose beams are seen afar!
- 88And clouds obscure the watery moon,
- 93Yet ere yon silver lamp of night
- 94Has thrice perform'd her stated round,
- 95Has thrice retrac'd her path of light,
- 98Shall see her rolling orbit wend,
- 7Pallid and cold the Moon descends to cave
- 8Her sinking beams beneath the Western wave;
- 13A certain space to yonder Moon is given,
- 14She rises, smiles, and then is lost in Heaven.
- 41That Moon, which shone on his high theme:
- 42No warrior chides her peaceful beam,
- 9And the midnight Moon is weaving
- 10Her bright chain o'er the deep;
- 35The Queen of night asserts her silent reign.
- 37Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing form;
- 38With cornice glimmering as the moon-beams play,
- 39There the white column greets her
grateful ray,
- 41Her emblem sparkles o'er the Minaret:
- 430And the powerless moon beholds them flow,
- 431Heedless if she come or go:
- 433On their course she hath no sway.
- 643There is a light cloud by the moon--
- 646Hath ceased her shaded orb to veil,
- 666Full on his eye the clear moon shone,
- 2Mother of wildly-working visions!
hail!
- 5And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud
- 19The Moon, that oft from Heaven retires,
- 20Endears her renovated ray.
- 21What though she leave the sky
unblest
- 23When she relumes her lovely light,
- 8And hers, the full-orb'd
Queen that shines above.
- 16Oft will I tell thee, Minstrel of the Moon!
- 263The moving Moon went up the sky,
- 265Softly she was going up,
- 15I see the old Moon in her lap, foretelling
- 692While on the gay dance shone Night's lover-loving Queen?
- 181The Moon is up; by Heaven, a lovely eve!
- 194How softly on the Spanish shore she plays!
- 196Distinct, though darkening with her waning phase;
- 761The Queen of tides on high consenting shone,
- 763'Twas, as if darting from her heavenly throne,
- 764A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
- 235The Moon is up, and yet it is not night--
- 244A single star is at her side, and reigns
- 245With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still
