Loading...
Search, filter, and discover the perfect illustration for your sermon
Free to browse · Sign up free to unlock most illustrations · Premium ($9.95/mo) for the full library of 50,000+ illustrations
The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As "Branch," and "Jugular." We pass, and she abides. We...
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home with me, my friend --...
I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away -- As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land -- At Centre...
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine.
He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap -- And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up -- Deliberate, as a...
As the sunrise to the night, As the north wind to the clouds, As the earthquake's fiery flight, Ruining mountain solitudes, Everlasting Italy, Be those hopes and fears on thee.
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -- A...
The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness.
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree; Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad, Since my true love is parted from me.
WOULD you go to the house by the true gate, Much faster than ever Whig Charley went; Let Parliament send you to Newgate, And Newgate will send you to Parliament.
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care --...
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom Keeps...
Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray Pilgrim of Heaven's homeless way, In what depth...
Silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
At the creation of the Earth Pleasure, that divinest birth, From the soil of Heaven did rise, Wrapped in sweet wild melodies-- Like an exhalation wreathing To the sound of air low-breathing Through Aeolian pines, which make A shade and...
To tell the Beauty would decrease To state the Spell demean -- There is a syllable-less Sea Of which it is the sign -- My...
Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea -- And that -- a further -- and the Three But a presumption be...
Taste of ours. We have berries, for the parching! Furloughs of down! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on! We bring reprieve of roses! Flasks of air! Even for Death, a fairy medicine. But, which is it, sir?
COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new. You must learn to sing them very small and clear, Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master, taught, Whose art was Nature, and whose pictures Thought; Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with princes' honours, poets' lays, Due to...
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone, It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful; It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Germany, Italy, France, Spain—or far, far away,...
Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joy Are swallowed up--yet spare me, Spirit, pity me, Until the sounds I hear become my soul, And...