1 That I could have been at our old church in my old church-going clothes, on the very last Sunday that ever was, seemed a combination of impossibilities, geographical and social, solar and lunar.
2 He burns, too, the purest of oil, in its unmanufactured, and, therefore, unvitiated state; a fluid unknown to solar, lunar, or astral contrivances ashore.
3 The pale lunar touches which make beauties of hags lent divinity to this face, already beautiful.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 5: 1 "Wherefore Is Light Given to Him That Is in Misery"