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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

Sonnet--To Science

true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities How should he love thee?

Universal

Edgar Allan Poe

110 words

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Poetry

The Frost of Death was on the Pane --

The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak We fought Mortality. Our passive...

Universal

Emily Dickinson

102 words

Poetry

324. Song—The Charms of Lovely Davies

O HOW shall I, unskilfu’, try The poet’s occupation? The tunefu’ powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they maun dare an effort mair Than aught they ever gave us, Ere they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o’ lovely Davies.

370. Song—Sic a Wife as Willie had

WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue wi’ ony body: He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Maidgie was her mither; Sic a wife...

375. Song—The Deuks dang o’er my Daddie

THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout, The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O! The fien-ma-care, quo’ the feirrie auld wife, He was but a paidlin’ body, O! He paidles out, and he paidles in, An’ he paidles late and early, O!

A loss of something ever felt I --

A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what I knew not Too young...

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant -- How awkward at...

To---

well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,-- While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. From Love, or Pity ne'er you fall, By _you_, no mutual Flame is felt, "Tis Vanity,...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

116 words

Poetry

294. Song—To Mary in Heaven

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid?

Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast

Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,— This love even, all my worth,...

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

111 words

Poetry

Epistle to James Craggs, Esq., Secretary of State.

A soul as full of worth, as void of pride, Which nothing seeks to show, or needs to hide, Which nor to guilt nor fear its caution owes, And boasts a warmth that from no passion flows.

Eldorado

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old-- This knight so bold-- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot...

137. Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr

THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o’er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor.

Songs From Pippa Passes

Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.

November

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art; And scraps of joy my wandering ever finds Mid thy uproarious madness--when the start Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves Into hoarse fury,...

Easter Communion

Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast: God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short90 words

Poetry

386. The Rights of Women—Spoken by Miss Fontenelle

WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let...

To Lesbia!

since far from you I've rang'd, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say, 'tis I, not you, have chang'd, I'd tell you why,--but yet I know not. Your polish'd brow no cares have crost; And Lesbia!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

249 words

Poetry

THE EVENING STAR

in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest!

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Short92 words

Poetry

I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day

What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay. With witness I speak this. But where I say Hours I mean years, mean life.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

114 words

Poetry

When I was small, a Woman died --

When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His face all Victory To look...

The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face

In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath.

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

218 words

Poetry

Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air, and purging fire

The other two, slight air, and purging fire Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide.

Julian

The Night came on the Waters--all was rest On Earth--but Rage on Ocean's troubled Heart. The Waves arose and rolled beneath the blast; The Sailors gazed upon their shivered Mast.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

408 words