And the conjunction of our lips
Not kisses make, but an Eclipse.

Henry King (1592-1669)

The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 107

My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.
O insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration

William Shakespeare, Othello (1604)

Gloucester: These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us: though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects: love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the king falls from bias of nature; there's father against child. We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.

William Shakespeare, King Lear (1605)

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1606)

Thy beames, so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou thinke?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:

John Donne (1572-1631), The Sunne Rising

Thus far these beyond
Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ‘d
Their dread Commander : he above the rest
In shape and gesture proudly eminent
Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost
All her Original brightness, nor appear‘d
Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess
Of Glory obscur'd : As when the Sun new ris'n
Looks through the Horizontal misty Air
Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon
In dim Eclips, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the Nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs. Dark'n'd so, yet shon
Above them all th' Arch Angel :

John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667)

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total Eclipse
Without all hope of day!
O first created Beam, and thou great Word,
Let there be light, and light was over all;
Why am I thus bereav‘d thy prime decree?
The Sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts the night
Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

John Milton, Samson Agonistes (1671)

A WARD, and still in bonds, one day

         I stole abroad,

It was high-spring, and all the way

     Primros'd, and hung with shade;

     Yet, was it frost within,

         And surly winds

Blasted my infant buds, and sin

     Like clouds eclips'd my mind.

Henry Vaughan, Regeneration

Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n;

Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell;

Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n,

And ask a world upon my life to dwell;

Make known the faith that Fortune could not move;

Compare my worth with others' base desert;

Let virtue be the touchstone of my love,

So may the heav'ns read wonders in my heart;

Behold the clouds which have eclips'd my sun,

And view the crosses which my course do let;

Tell me if ever since the world begun

So fair a rising had so foul a set,

And see if Time (if he would strive to prove)

Can show a second to so pure a love.

Michael Drayton (1563-1631), Idea (1619), Sonnet LX