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Anglican Illustrations

Scripture, Tradition, and Reason — the "three-legged stool" — seeking the via media.

Key question: “How do we faithfully interpret this text using the wisdom of Scripture, Church tradition, and God-given Reason?”

23,996 sermon illustrations through the Anglican lens

Poetry

297. Election Ballad for Westerha’

THE LADDIES by the banks o’ Nith Wad trust his Grace 1 wi a’, Jamie; But he’ll sair them, as he sair’d the King— Turn tail and rin awa’, Jamie.

Universal

Robert Burns

154 words

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Poetry

I started Early -- Took my Dog --

I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me --...

Universal

Emily Dickinson

139 words

Poetry

Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest

Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, My soul, this wholesome meditation, How God the Spirit, by angels waited on In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy breast.

391. A Tippling Ballad—When Princes and Prelates, etc.

WHEN Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A’ Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, And comforts himself as he dow, as he dow, And comforts himself as he dow.

Stanzas to a Lady, With the Poems of CamoëNs

This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize; It sings of Love's enchanting dream, A theme we never can despise. Who blames it but the envious fool, The old and disappointed maid? Or pupil of...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words

Poetry

Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near

If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.

A Bridal Song

The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,-- Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,-- Never smiled the inconstant...

To M---

did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form'd so heavenly fair, _Howe'er_ those orbs _may_ wildly beam, We must...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

174 words

Poetry

DamæTas

In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd, In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Vers'd in hypocrisy, while yet a child;...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

100 words

Poetry

449. Song—The Flowery banks of Cree

HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O what can stay my lovely maid? ’Tis not Maria’s whispering call; ’Tis but the balmy breathing gale, Mixt with some...

Sonnet to Lake Leman

Rousseau--Voltaire--our Gibbon--and De Staël-- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore of names like these!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

111 words

Poetry

Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren...

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...

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Short89 words

Poetry

Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

104 words

Poetry

285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o’bonie blue. ’Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew, Her...

Song To Celia - II

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

E Nihilo Nihil; or an Epigram Bewitched

OF rhymes I printed seven volumes-- The list concludes John Murray's columns: Of these there have been few translations For Gallic or Italian nations; And one or two perhaps in German-- But in this last I can't determine.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

199 words

Poetry

Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight.

Song To Celia - I

Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever.

A Murmur in the Trees -- to note

A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not far enough to seek --...

Song To Celia

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

Those fair -- fictitious People

Those fair -- fictitious People -- The Women -- plucked away From our familiar Lifetime -- The Men of Ivory -- Those Boys and Girls,...

Meet Me in the Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen, Beside the tall elm tree, Where the sweet briar smells so sweet agen; There come with me, Meet me in the green glen.

Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented?

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Short94 words