The Moon is Earth's only natural satellite. It has a diameter of 3,474 kilometres (2,159 miles) and a mean distance to the Earth of 384,403 kilometres (238,857 miles). The Moon is also a major player in causing tidal effects on Earth.
- The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
- William R. Alger, "The Use of the Moon", Poetry of the Orient (1865), p. 178.
- That's one small step for [a] man; one giant leap for mankind.
- Neil Armstrong, Commander Apollo 11, as he stepped off the LM 'Eagle' and onto the Moon
- I think we're going to the moon because it's in the nature of the human being to face challenges.
- Neil Armstrong, Apollo mission press conference.
- If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
- William Blake, Auguries of Innocence (1803), line 109.
- Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?
- Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Part II, Section III. Mem. 7.
- The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,
That's both her lustre and her shade),
And in the lantern of the night,
With shining horns hung out her light.
- Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part II (1664), Canto I, line 905.
- He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no;
That would, as soon as e'er she shone straight,
Whether 'twere day or night demonstrate;
Tell what her d'ameter to an inch is,
And prove that she's not made of green cheese.
- Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part II (1664), Canto III, line 261.
- 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!
- The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
- The moonlight flooded that great, silent land. The reaped fields lay yellow in it. The straw stacks and poplar windbreaks threw sharp black shadows. The roads were white rivers of dust. The sky was a deep, crystalline blue, and the stars were few and faint. Everything seemed to have succumbed, to have sunk to sleep, under the great, golden, tender, midsummer moon. The splendour of it seemed to transcend human life and human fate.
- The moving Moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
- There is no dark side of the moon, really. As a matter of fact, it's all dark. The only thing that makes it look light is the sun.
- Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain.
- Go out of the house to see the moon, and 'tis mere tinsel: it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.
- Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks (1835 - 1853).
- He who would see old Hoghton right
Must view it by the pale moonlight.
- William Hazlitt, English Proverbs and Provincial Phrases (1869), p. 196. Hoghton Tower is not far from Blackburn.
- The moon put forth a little diamond peak
No bigger than an unobserved star,
Or tiny point of fairy cimetar.
- John Keats, Endymion (1818), Book IV, line 499.
- Everyone's gone to the Moon.
- Jonathan King, title of song.
- See yonder fire! It is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part VI, line 462.
- The Moon, full orb'd, forsakes her watery cave,
And lifts her lovely head above the wave.
The snowy splendors of her modest ray
Stream o'er the glistening waves, and quivering play:
Around her, glittering on the heaven's arch'd brow,
Unnumber'd stars, enclosed in azure, glow,
Thick as the dew-drops of the April dawn,
Or May-flowers crowding o'er the daisy-lawn:
The canvass whitens in the silvery beam,
And with a mild pale red the pendants gleam:
The masts' tall shadows tremble o'er the deep;
The peaceful winds an holy silence keep.
- William Julius Mickle, The Lusiad (1776), Book I.
- Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou fair Moon,
That wont'st to love the traveller's benison,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos.
- * * now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
- When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
- "I thought you understood," he said. "The world is your teacher. It will be all around you. The ocean and the wind and the stars and the moon will all teach you many things."
- Jane Roberts, Emir's Education In The Proper Use of Magical Powers (1979) p. 10
- If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
- Walter Scott, The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805), Canto II, Stanza 1.
- 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 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.
- Robert Southey, Madoc in Wales (1805), Part II. The Close of the Century.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 525-28.
- 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.
- Joseph Addison, Spectator No. 465, Ode.
- 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.
- William Cullen Bryant, The Tides.
- 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.
- Madison Cawein, At Sunset, Stanza 1.
- 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.
- M'Donald Clarke, The Graveyard.
- 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.
- George Colman the Younger, Mountaineers, Act I, scene 2.
- How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
- George Croly, Diana.
- Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
- John Gay, Trivia, Book III.
- Jove, thou regent of the skies.
- Alexander Pope, The Odyssey, Book II, line 42.
- And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
- Erasmus Darwin, Botanic Garden, Part I, Canto II, line 90. (may be it is allusion to John Gay and Alexander Pope).
- 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.
- W. W. Harney, The Stab.
- 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.
- Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs, New Spring, Prologue, No. 23.
- 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?
- Thomas Hood, Ode to the Moon.
- 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!
- Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg, Her Honeymoon.
- The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows,
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
The thin, clear crescent lustrous over her,
Made Ruth raise question, looking through the bars
Of heaven, with eyes half-oped, what God, what comer
Unto the harvest of the eternal summer,
Had flung his golden hook down on the field of stars.
- Victor Hugo, Boaz Asleep.
- 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.
- Jean Ingelow, Songs of the Night Watches, The First Watch, Part II.
- The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
- Sir William Jones.
- 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!
- Ben Jonson, Hymn, To Cynthia.
- 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.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Harvest Moon.
- 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.
- William J. Mickle, Cumnor Hall (Authorship of Cumnor Hall claimed for Jean Adam. Conceded generally to Mickle.).
- Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.
- Thomas Middleton, The Witch, Act V, scene 2.
- The moon looks
On many brooks,
The brook can see no moon but this.
- Thomas Moore, Irish Melodies, While Gazing on the Moon's Light.
- He should, as he list, be able to prove the moon made of grene cheese.
- Sir Thomas More, English Works, p. 256. Same phrase in Blackloch—Hatchet of Heresies. (1565). Rabelais, Book I, Chapter XI. Jack Jugler in Dodsley's Old Plays. Ed. by Hazlitt, Volume II.
- Hail, pallid crescent, hail!
Let me look on thee where thou sitt'st for aye
Like memory—ghastly in the glare of day,
But in the evening, light.
- Dinah Craik, The Moon in the Morning.
- No rest—no dark.
Hour after hour that passionless bright face
Climbs up the desolate blue.
- Dinah Craik, Moon-Struck.
- 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.
- Lend me thy pen
To write a word
In the moonlight,
Pierrot, my friend!
My candle's out,
I've no more fire;—
For love of God
Open thy door!
- French Folk Song.
- Lend me thy pen
- Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.
- Thomas Percy, Reliques. Sir Patrick Spens. See also Scott, Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.
- Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white Moon
Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky.
- Samuel Rogers, Italy, The Lake of Geneva.
- 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.
- Roscoe, Sonnet, To the Harvest Moon.
- The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather
Fluttering far down the gulf.
- D. G. Rossetti, The Blessed Damozel, Stanza 10.
- That I could clamber to the frozen moon
And draw the ladder after me.
- Quoted by Arthur Schopenhauer in Parerga and Paralipomena.
- 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.
- Walter Scott, Heart of Mid-Lothian, Chapter XVII.
- That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, IV.
- The young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn
With the sunset's fire.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Hellas, Semi-Chorus II.
- Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever changing, like a joyous eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, To the Moon.
- With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
- Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella. Sonnet XXXI.
- Transcendental moonshine.
- Found in Life of John Sterling, p. 84 (People's Ed.). Applied to the teaching of Coleridge. Said to have been applied by Carlyle to Emerson.
- 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.
- Jonathan Swift, On the Moon.
- 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.
- James Thomson, Ode to Seraphina.
- The crimson Moon, uprising from the sea,
With large delight, foretells the harvest near.
- Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow, Select Poems, The Harvest Moon.
- Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
You must promise to come, for I said
I would show the night-flowers their queen.
Nay, turn not away that sweet head,
'T is the loveliest ever was seen.
- J. Augustus Wade, Meet Me by Moonlight.
- And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from the lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
- Oscar Wilde, La Faite de la Lune.
- Going to the moon is not a matter of physics but of economics.
- John R. Platt (1958) Technocracy digest No 170-182