There may be trouble ahead But while there's moonlight and music and love and romance Let's face the music and dance
Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved And changed.
In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves.
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? Have you heard the still voice callingyet so warm, and yet so cold: 'I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old'?
In the moonlight and the starlight, Fair Nokomis bore a daughter. And she called her name Wenonah, As the first-born of her daughters.
The aloe seemed to ridelike a ship with the oars lifted. Bright moonlight hung upon the lifted oars like water, and on the green wave glittered the dew.
Just a wee deoch-an-doris, Just a wee yin, that's a'. Just a wee deoch-an-doris, Afore we gang awa'. There's a wee wifie waitin' In a wee but-an-ben; If ye can say 'It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht', Ye're a'richt, ye ken.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding Ridingriding The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.
I have sat by night beside a cold lake And touched things smoother than moonlight on still water, But the moon on this cloud sea is not human, And here is no shore, no intimacy, Only the start of space, the road to suns.
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-coloured may.
She has made me in love with a cold climate, and frost and snow, with a northern moonlight.
All Americans believethat theyare bornfishermen.Fora man to admit a distaste for fishing would be like denouncing mother-love or hating moonlight.
The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm's shadow.
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