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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 M. S. G

When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep; For in visions alone your affection can live,-- I rise, and it leaves me to weep. Then, Morpheus!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

152 words

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Poetry

I tend my flowers for thee

I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams -- Geraniums -- tint --...

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Emily Dickinson

121 words

Poetry

Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white, Slow to world-greetings, quick with its 'Oh, list,' When the angels speak.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

104 words

Poetry

The Chimney-Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry "Weep! weep!" So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert;—when anew Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields; I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose;...

Parenthetical Address. by Dr. Plagiary

_Half stolen_, with acknowledgments, to be spoken in an inarticulate voice by Master ---- at the opening of the next new theatre. "When energising objects men pursue," Then Lord knows what is writ by Lord knows who.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

393 words

Poetry

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

Poetry

"De Gustibus--"

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. Hark, those two in the hazel coppice-- A boy and a girl, if the good fates please, Making love, say,-- The happier they!

Little Trotty Wagtail

Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain, And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again, He stooped to get a worm, and looked...

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.

A SONG

Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown Sweet Sleep, angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child!

The Wood-cutter's Night Song

Welcome, red and roundy sun, Dropping lowly in the west; Now my hard day's work is done, I'm as happy as the best. Joyful are the thoughts of home, Now I'm ready for my chair, So, till morrow-morning's come, Bill and mittens, lie ye there!

Fragment: The False Laurel and the True

'What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest The wreath to mighty poets only due, Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest?

Moonlight

As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air. Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed, As if this phantom, full of pain, Were by...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

166 words

Poetry

Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre'd the benefit of rest?

254. Caledonia: A Ballad

THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia’s divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,...

Autumn

I love the fitful gust that shakes The casement all the day, And from the glossy elm tree takes The faded leaves away, Twirling them by the window pane With thousand others down the lane.

193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit

WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat’ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus you fly?

The Echoing Green

The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bells' cheerful sound; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing Green.

Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one, hath every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend.

Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy...

Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah!

Through a Glass Darkly

What we, when face to face we see The Father of our souls, shall be, John tells us, doth not yet appear; Ah! did he tell what we are here!

Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

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William Shakespeare

106 words