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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?”

23,986 sermon illustrations through the Anabaptist lens

Poetry

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition mild -- In Forest --...

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Emily Dickinson

107 words

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Poetry

Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time

When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot,...

Universal

William Shakespeare

101 words

Poetry

Love

Why is it said thou canst not live In a youthful breast and fair, Since thou eternal life canst give, Canst bloom for ever there?

A Woman Waits for Me.

A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

Harp of the North, Farewell! (excerpt)

The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm!

On the Death of Mr. Fox

"Our Nation's foes lament on _Fox's_ death, But bless the hour, when PITT resign'd his breath: These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue, We give the palm, where Justice points its due." Oh, factious viper!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

240 words

Poetry

Fragment of an Epistle to Thomas Moore

"WHAT say _I_?"--not a syllable further in prose; I'm your man "of all measures," dear Tom,--so here goes! Here goes, for a swim on the stream of old Time, On those buoyant supporters, the bladders of rhyme.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

215 words

Poetry

To My Name-Child

1 Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read. Then you shall discover, that your name was printed down By the English printers, long before, in London town.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

191 words

Poetry

Fare Thee Well

they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth: And Constancy lives in realms above; And Life is thorny; and youth is vain: And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

553 words

Poetry

Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost...

Whispers of Heavenly Death.

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear; Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing; (Or is it the plashing of tears?

128. The Farewell

FAREWELL, old Scotia’s bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother’s blessing dear! A borther’s sigh! a sister’s tear! My Jean’s heart-rending throe! Farewell, my Bess! tho’ thou’rt bereft Of my paternal care.

On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People

A Brother and Sister O I admire and sorrow! The heart’s eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A juice rides rich through bluebells, in vine leaves, And beauty’s dearest veriest vein is tears. Happy the father, mother of these!

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

271 words

Poetry

From the Arabic: An Imitation

My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love.

25. My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad

MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O; For without an honest manly heart,...

Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st.

Bridal Ballad

The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command. And I am happy now.

Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thyself away

But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine; And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine.

Spirits Of The Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Epitaph. on Charles Earl of Dorset, in the Church of Withyam, in Sussex.

'His saltem accumulem donis, et fungar inani Munere!' VIRG. Dorset, the grace of courts, the Muses' pride, Patron of arts, and judge of nature, died.

Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power

Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely--deeply--vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That yielding breast, that melting eye,...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

337 words

Poetry

ENDYMION (For music)

The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me.

I Dreamt of Robin

I opened the casement this morn at starlight, And, the moment I got out of bed, The daisies were quaking about in their white And the cowslip was nodding its head.

To George, Earl Delawarr

yes, I will own we were dear to each other; The friendships of childhood, though fleeting, are true; The love which you felt was the love of a brother, Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

309 words