The moon lighted the road, but nothing moved along it that I could see.
No moon lit their way, for the night had been carefully chosen.
He knew the trail, and the full moon would light the path.
A full moon, high in the heavens was lighting him into the air.
The moon lighted the masses of material getting ready for war.
As the moon rose and lit the visible face of the city, it showed nothing moving.
The great moon now lit the room and eclipsed her Light.
The sun was gone, but the moon lit the sky, the land.
The thin moon lit the sky but not the ground.
The moon lit his way, the sea favored him, and no one made a mistake.
