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Black Church Tradition Illustrations

Liberation, exodus, and prophetic justice rooted in the African American church tradition.

Key question: “How does this text speak to the experiences of suffering, hope, and liberation within the Black community?”

25,923 sermon illustrations through the Black Church Tradition lens

Poetry

87. The Twa Dogs

’TWAS 1 in that place o’ Scotland’s isle, That bears the name o’ auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day in June, When wearin’ thro’ the afternoon, Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame, Forgather’d ance upon a time.

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Robert Burns

1409 words

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Poetry

Saul

Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak. Kiss my cheek, wish me well!" Then I wished it, and did kiss his cheek.

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Robert Browning

3902 words

Poetry

TO A CHILD

Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, Whose figures grace, With many a grotesque form and face. The ancient chimney of thy nursery!

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

923 words

Poetry

The Sensitive Plant

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light. And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.

The Shepheardes Calender: April

APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ytorne? Or is thy Bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

Paradise Lost: Book 03

Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee Bright effluence of bright essence increate.

Abt Vogler: After he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention

Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed Armies of angels that soar, legions of...

306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790

FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o’ my muse, friend o’ my life, Are ye as idle’s I am? Come then, wi’ uncouth kintra fleg, O’er Pegasus I’ll fling my leg, And ye shall see me try him.

Paradise Lost: Book 10

Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what can 'scape the eye Of...

Satire II. to Mr Bethel.

SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED.

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Alexander Pope

9763 words

Fable

The Wolf and the Lamb

Any excuse will serve a tyrant

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Aesop

Short11 words

Poetry

Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric That sleeked his tongue, and won so much on Eve, So little here, nay lost.

The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts)

'tis the twanging horn!

The Dream

Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And tears, and...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

1423 words

Poetry

Windsor-Forest.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE GEORGE LORD LANSDOWNE. 'Non injussa cano: te nostrae, Vare, myricae, Te nemus omne canet; nee Phoebo gratior ulla est, Quam sibi quae Vari praescripsit pagina nomen.' VIRG. Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats, At once...

Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets

1 Lo dм che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci!

Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion'

Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white rose bushes? Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips? Why dost borrow The lustrous passion from a falcon-eye?-- To give the glow-worm light?

The Lament of Tasso

Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear And eagle-spirit of a Child of Song-- Long years of outrage--calumny--and wrong; Imputed madness, prisoned solitude, And the Mind's canker in its savage mood, When the impatient thirst of light and air...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

1667 words

Poetry

310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale

WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An’ getting fou and unco happy, We think na...

Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. "O Cжsar, we who are about to die Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry In the arena, standing face to face With death and with the Roman populace.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1878 words

Poetry

59. Death and Dr. Hornbook

SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn’d: Ev’n ministers they hae been kenn’d, In holy rapture, A rousing whid at times to vend, And nail’t wi’ Scripture.

The Witch of Atlas

TO MARY (ON HER OBJECTING TO THE FOLLOWING POEM, UPON THE SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST). How, my dear Mary,--are you critic-bitten (For vipers kill, though dead) by some review, That you condemn these verses I have written,...

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

4474 words

Fable

The Woodman and the Serpent

No gratitude from the wicked

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Aesop

Short10 words

Poetry

I Sing the Body Electric.

1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

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Walt Whitman

2038 words