It was moonlight
, you know, and moonlight
in an old orchard is one of the few things left over from the Golden Age."
We had agreed to start with the sun on the morrow, so as to get clear of possible Peeping Toms; and when good-nights had been said, and I was once more swinging towards my inn, it seemed but an hour or two, as indeed it was, before I heard four o'clock drowsily announced through my bedroom door, and before I was once more striding along that river-bank all dew- silvered with last night's moonlight
, the sun rubbing his great eye on the horizon, the whole world yawning through dainty bed-clothes of mist, and here and there a copse-full of birds congratulating themselves on their early rising.
The beauty of moonlight
on familiar fields irradiated the world.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight
, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight
and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
His torch was out; his fires were smoldering; a tall column of smoke that rose up and lost itself in the growing moonlight
was all the sign he gave that he was a living Autocrat of the Sea and not the spectre of a dead one.
The tender moonlight
streamed slanting into the corner in which Mary and I used to nestle together while Dame Dermody was at the window reading her mystic books.
He was profoundly disquieted, but for another reason than the uncanny silence of that moonlight
So sweetly cool was the atmosphere, after all the feverish day, that the summer eve might be fancied as sprinkling dews and liquid moonlight
, with a dash of icy temper in them, out of a silver vase.
For a true expression of dishevelled wildness there is nothing like a gale in the bright moonlight
of a high latitude.
The village was all that we could have imagined of simply and sweetly romantic in the moonlight
, and when the day came it did not rob it of its charm.
I thought it was some trick of the moonlight
, some weird effect of shadow, but I kept looking, and it could be no delusion.
But on other moonlight
nights, when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way--have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace, as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could--I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell, and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress.