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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?”

24,072 sermon illustrations through the Anglican lens

Poetry

To Her Father with Some Verses

Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came?

Universal

Anne Bradstreet

106 words

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Poetry

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!

Universal

Sir Walter Scott

124 words

Poetry

Invocation to Misery

Come, be happy!--sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent bride, Mourning in thy robe of pride, Desolation--deified! Come, be happy!--sit near me: Sad as I may seem to thee, I am happier far than thou, Lady, whose imperial brow Is endiademed with woe.

To John Milton "From his honoured friend, William Davenant"

Poet of mighty power, I fain Would court the muse that honoured thee, And, like Elisha's spirit, gain A part of thy intensity; And share the mantle which she flung Around thee, when thy lyre was strung.

Away, Away, Ye Notes of Woe!

Be silent, thou once soothing Strain, Or I must flee from hence--for, oh! I dare not trust those sounds again. To me they speak of brighter days-- But lull the chords, for now, alas! I must not think, I may...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

217 words

Poetry

Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies in the spring,

Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her soul to lie. Red roses are at her feet, (Roses are red in her red-gold hair) And O where her...

Evelyn Hope

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour.

Or from that Sea of Time.

1 OR, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind—a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!

Epitaph

These are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.

From Paumanok Starting.

FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird, Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all; To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs, To Kanada, till I absorb Kanada in myself—to Michigan then, To...

Nature

Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art To captivate strong holds to thee.

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!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

240 words

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 --...

Hope Holds to Christ

. . . . . . . . Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out To take His lovely likeness more and more....

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

110 words

Poetry

278. On the late Captain Grose’s Peregrinations

HEAR, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat’s;— If there’s a hole in a’ your coats, I rede you tent it: A chield’s amang you takin notes, And, faith, he’ll prent it: If in your bounds...

The Aziola

'Do you not hear the Aziola cry?

19. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death

O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear!

Love

Love, though it is not chill and cold, But burning like eternal fire, Is yet not of approaches bold, Which gay dramatic tastes admire. Oh...

The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy

Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame? Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells?

I Would I Were a Careless Child

I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my Highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or bounding o'er the dark blue...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

370 words

Poetry

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountain yields.

Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.

Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse.

Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide

The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.

Universal

William Shakespeare

116 words