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Home›Traditions›Anabaptist

Anabaptist Illustrations

Radical discipleship, pacifism, and the church as a distinct counter-cultural community.

Key question: “How does this text call the community of faith to live as a distinct, counter-cultural witness to the Kingdom?”

23,910 sermon illustrations through the Anabaptist lens

Poetry

A Parody on “A Psalm of Life”

Life is real, life is earnest, And the shell is not its pen – “Egg thou art, and egg remainest” Was not spoken of the hen.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

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Poetry

Human Life’s Mystery

We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, suddenly, We look up to the great wide sky, Inquiring wherefore we were born… For earnest or for jest?

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

300 words

Poetry

29. Song—The Rigs o’ Barley

IT was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa to Annie; The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed, Till, ’tween the late and early, Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed To see me thro’ the barley.

93. The Rantin Dog, the Daddie o’t

O WHA my babie-clouts will buy? O wha will tent me when I cry? Wha will kiss me where I lie? The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t. O wha will own he did the faut? O wha will buy the groanin maut?

The Soul has Bandaged moments --

The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her...

101. Song—Composed in Spring

AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in morning dews. Chorus.—And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that’s in her e’e?

The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace-- Radiant palace--reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion-- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!

Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

332 words

Poetry

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But strove to stir the lifeless...

Lines. Addressed to the Rev. J. T. Becher, on His Advising the Author to Mix More With Society

Dear BECHER, you tell me to mix with mankind; I cannot deny such a precept is wise; But retirement accords with the tone of my mind: I will not descend to a world I despise.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

315 words

Poetry

Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.

115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton

a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten’d few, Companions of my social joy; Tho’ I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’; With melting heart, and brimful eye, I’ll mind you still, tho’ far awa.

Homer's Hymn to Castor and Pollux

Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove, Whom the fair-ankled Leda, mixed in love With mighty Saturn's Heaven-obscuring Child, On Taygetus, that lofty mountain wild, Brought forth in joy: mild Pollux, void of blame, And steed-subduing Castor, heirs of fame.

Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective it is best painter's art.

The Sound of the Sea

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep; A voice out of the silence of the deep, A...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Short89 words

Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. Chaucer's Tale of Meliboeus.

THE PROLOGUE. "No more of this, for Godde's dignity!" Quoth oure Hoste; "for thou makest me So weary of thy very lewedness, That, all so wisly God my soule bless, Mine eares ache for thy drafty speech.

Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need

I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed That barren tender of a poet's debt: And therefore have I slept in your report,...

A Pæan

How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep!--oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear!

A Version of Ossian's Address to the Sun. From the Poem "Carthon."

who rollest in yon azure field, Round as the orb of my forefather's shield, Whence are thy beams? From what eternal store Dost thou, O Sun! thy vast effulgence pour?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

295 words

Poetry

Epistle to a Friend,

banish care"--such ever be The motto of _thy_ revelry!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

319 words

Poetry

To -- [Harriet]

Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command, When accents of horror it breathes in our ear, Or compels us for aye bid adieu to the land, Where exists that loved friend to our bosom so dear, 'Tis sterner...

Spring

Sound the flute! Now it's mute! Bird's delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,-- Merrily, Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.

The Patriot: An Old Story

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad; The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such flags they had, A year ago on this very day.

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- It would hurt us -- were we awake -- But since it is playing --...

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Emily Dickinson

104 words