Robert Southey Quotes

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

...the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

The moon is quite a show off given the chance. The stars make a sound when they shine so bright. Water so blue and so black.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.

The moon in her chariot of pearl

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's gods.

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.