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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?”

23,952 sermon illustrations through the Anabaptist lens

Poetry

Sonnet 61: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?

Universal

William Shakespeare

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Poetry

Epitaph. on Sir William Trumbull.

A pleasing form; a firm, yet cautious mind; Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd: Honour unchanged, a principle profess'd, Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest: An honest courtier, yet a patriot too; Just to his prince, and...

Universal

Alexander Pope

Short82 words

Poetry

Time Long Past

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past, A love so sweet it could not last, Was Time long past.

Love's Last Adieu

The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever, in Love's last adieu!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

376 words

Poetry

The Twins

Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables-flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs?

Reply to Some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of His Mistress

Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, Yet, believe me, a _sigh_ Will never obtain a _coquette_. Would you teach her to love?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

277 words

Poetry

Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I...

Sonnet 150: O! from what power hast thou this powerful might

To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

A something in a summer's Day

A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon -- A depth --...

To Marie Louise (Shew)

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-- Of all to whom thine absence is the night-- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun--of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope--for life--ah, above all, For...

Euthanasia

When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

237 words

Poetry

Song for All Seas, All Ships.

1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships—Of waves spreading and spreading, far as the eye can reach; Of dashing spray, and the winds...

39. Ballad on the American War

WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An’ did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within America, man: Then up they gat the maskin-pat, And in the sea did jaw, man; An’ did nae less, in...

26. John Barleycorn: A Ballad

THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae...

Stanzas to Augusta

Though the day of my Destiny's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

358 words

Poetry

The Human Abstract

Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual fear brings Peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare,...

Lines Written on Hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon

alive and so bold, O Earth? Art thou not overbold? leapest thou forth as of old In the light of thy morning mirth, The last of the flock of the starry fold? leapest thou forth as of old?

To Woman

experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to _adore_ thee.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

The Future Peace and Glory of the Church

(Isaiah, ix. 15-20) Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls,...

Protus

Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast, One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair,...

On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet

CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere,...

To Marion

why that pensive brow? What disgust to life hast thou? Change that discontented air; Frowns become not one so fair.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

293 words

Poetry

Answer to Some Elegant Verses Sent by a Friend to the Author, Complaining That One of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn

"But if any old Lady, Knight, Priest, or Physician, Should condemn me for printing a second edition; If good Madam Squintum my work should abuse, May I venture to give her a smack of my muse?" Anstey's 'New Bath Guide', p.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

345 words

Poetry

The Tower of Famine

Amid the desolation of a city, Which was the cradle, and is now the grave Of an extinguished people,--so that Pity Weeps o'er the shipwrecks of Oblivion's wave, There stands the Tower of Famine.

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

143 words