<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Moon - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are foosteps on the moon. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/65552]]></link><description><![CDATA[Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are foosteps on the moon.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/65552</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/64374]]></link><description><![CDATA[There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/64374</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/63965]]></link><description><![CDATA[The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/63965</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night,  And swelling like an ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43082]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43082</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43083]]></link><description><![CDATA[The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43083</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told,  Now shade--now bright and ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43079]]></link><description><![CDATA[The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told,  Now shade--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!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43079</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led!  Art thou that huntress of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43080]]></link><description><![CDATA[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?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43080</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows, Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,  The thin, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43081]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43081</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lend me thy pen To write a word  In the moonlight.   Pierrot, my friend!    ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43073]]></link><description><![CDATA[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!        [Fr., Au clair de la lune         Mon ami Pierrot,          Prete moi ta plume           Pour ecrire un mot;            Ma chandelle est morte,             Je n'ai plus de feu,              Ouvre moi ta porte,               Pour l'amour de Dieu.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43073</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43074]]></link><description><![CDATA[Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43074</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[On the road, the lonely road, Under the cold, white moon;  Under the rugged trees he strode,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43075]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43075</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43076]]></link><description><![CDATA[He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43076</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[As the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean,  Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43077]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43077</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jove, thou regent of the skies. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43078]]></link><description><![CDATA[Jove, thou regent of the skies.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43078</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon pull'd off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight  (Mysterious veil, of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43064]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43064</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no;  That would, as soon as ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43065]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43065</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The devil's in the moon for mischief; they Who call'd her chaste, methinks, began too soon  Their nomenclature; there ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43066]]></link><description><![CDATA[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!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43066</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge;  Enchantment sails through magic seas,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43067]]></link><description><![CDATA[Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge;  Enchantment sails through magic seas,   To fairland Hesperides,    Over the hills and away.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43067</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The sun had sunk and the summer skies Were dotted with specks of light  That melted soon in the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43068]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43068</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide;  Softly she was going up,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43069]]></link><description><![CDATA[The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide;  Softly she was going up,   And a star or two beside.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43069</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the hollow drum has beat to bed And the little fifer hangs his head,  When all is mute ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43070]]></link><description><![CDATA[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,    On, then let me,     From prison free,      March out by moonlight cheerily.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43070</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds  Walking in ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43071]]></link><description><![CDATA[How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds  Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43071</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And hail their queen, fair regent of the night. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43072]]></link><description><![CDATA[And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43072</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA['Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, hangs silent on the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43057]]></link><description><![CDATA['Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43057</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43058]]></link><description><![CDATA[Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43058</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Transcendental moonshine. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43059]]></link><description><![CDATA[Transcendental moonshine.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43059</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale,  And nightly to the listening earth ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43060]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43060</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon is a silver pin-head vast, That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43061]]></link><description><![CDATA[The moon is a silver pin-head vast, That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43061</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light.  The airs that hover ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43062]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43062</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43063]]></link><description><![CDATA[Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43063</guid></item></channel></rss>