The hound walked at his side, more substantial under the old moon than the new.

A small slice of the old moon gave a little silver light to the night.

This night, he thought, the old moon is an eye into eternity.

Soon it was bigger than the old moon and brighter, too.

But only the old moon rode low, just rising, golden among the summer stars.

He was watching for the rising of the old moon.

I picked the leaves at the old moon and took care to take only one in three.

Yet do either of you remember seeing any moon in Lorien, old or young?

City are pulling down their shorts and giving United the big old blue moon here!

One can see the ghost of the old moon.