Debussy title, translated

Usage examples of moonlight.

Peering out the window, Addle could only see the edge of the swing set, serrated by the moonlight.

She could see the Alfa parked below, the moonlight gilding its dark green paint.

The Golden Bough would show no flash in the moonlight when they sailed into Adulis Bay to take unawares the anchored fleet of Islam.

It looked as if it was just below us, rising out of a flat sea of nacreous mist or lowish cloud that reflected the moonlight.

The churchyard at Ashford, and the stone cross, from whence diverged the several roads to London, Canterbury, and Ashford, situated midway between the two latter places, served, so tradition avouched, as nocturnal theatres for the unhallowed deeds of the Wulfrics, who thither prowled by moonlight, it was said, to batten on the freshly-buried dead, or drain the blood of any living wight who might be rash enough to venture among those solitary spots.

When he saw Azar standing on the balcony in the moonlight, her hands raised to the heavens, a sharp stab of pain struck him.

A little further on it says: Therapies, bathing in moonlight, running water, wearing of bangles, bracelets and anklets.

Will, on his own by choice for some long time, stared at the Biter in the milky moonlight until she shimmered in his eyes.

Alison, her bright, stunningly blue eyes bluer still in the Caribbean moonlight.

But here he was in his room, with the moonlight coming in at the half-parted curtain and making a ghost of Boa under her single sheet.

I sped through an area of moonlight, and crouched beyond the swimming pool, a layout almost identical to the Boody construction, near the building where the servants would be housed.

Striking through the foliage of the yews and hollies, it spread upon the path and upon the paved space of the Bosquet, a flowered carpet in which the flowers were moonlight upon a groundwork of shadow.

He stood there in the moonlight, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, fiddling with the bugle, shaking it angrily, testing it against his lips.

Four amazed and crestfallen damsels halted and turned back, to find Miss Burd, attired in a white dressing-gown, standing in the moonlight on the grass.

A woman who seemed old and bent as the tree opened it and saw him where he stood, the broken moonlight sheening off helm and byrnie and his horse, which was the colour of mist, cropping the frosty grass behind him.