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Title: Moon Lore

Author: Timothy Harley

Release Date: November 10, 2008 [EBook #27228]

Language: English

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[Note: the original text had two footnotes 160 and two
footnotes 396. I have indicated these by naming them 160a and b,
and 396a and b. In the Index, I changed the spelling of
"Aglonquins" to "Algonquins". All other spelling remains the same.]

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VOYAGING TO THE MOON
_From Domingo Gonsales [A.D. 1638]_
_See page_ 46.

MOON LORE

BY THE

REV. TIMOTHY HARLEY, F.R.A.S.

"And when the clear moon, with its soothing influences, rises full
in my view,--from the wall-like rocks, out of the damp underwood,
the silvery forms of past ages hover up to me, and soften the
austere pleasure of contemplation."

_Goethe's "Faust." Hayward's Translation, London_, 1855,
_p_. 100.

LONDON:
SWAN SONNENSCHEIN, LE BAS & LOWREY,
PATERNOSTER SQUARE
1885

BUTLER & TAYLOR
THE SELWOOD PRINTING WORKS
FROME, AND LONDON

"I beheld the moon walking in brightness."--_Job_ xxxi. 26.

"The moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained."--_Psalm_
viii. 3.

"Who is she that looketh forth, fair as the moon?"--_Solomon's
Song_ vi. 10.

"The precious things put forth by the moon."--_Deuteronomy_
xxxiii. 14.

"Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale."--Addison's _Ode_.

"In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon Divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths."--Southey's _Thalaba_.

"Queen of the silver bow! by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive, I delight to stray,
And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way;
And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light
Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast:
And oft I think-fair planet of the night--
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest;
The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go--
Released by death-to thy benignant sphere;
And the sad children of despair and woe
Forget in thee their cup of sorrow here.
Oh th