And even while the honeymoon—or should we say the harvest-moon?
Summer had come again, the late summer even, and the harvest-moon.
Both were pledged to meet again at the falls at midnight of the harvest-moon.
It was the full of the moon, the harvest-moon, and all the world lay bathed in silver light.
It came above the horizon exactly as we began our journey, a harvest-moon, round and red.
The mellowness of autumn still lingered in the atmosphere,—for the season of the harvest-moon is the most beautiful in the world.
In the open, one might read in the mellow glow of the harvest-moon; in the shade of one of its oaks, a thief might safely hide.
The Graycoat family held together still, though the Harvest-moon was red in the low eastern sky.
Harvest-Moon, the full moon which in our latitude, at the autumnal equinox, rises for an evening or two about the same time.
A very singular divination practised at the period of the harvest-moon is thus described in an old chap-book.