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Home›Traditions›Charismatic

Charismatic Illustrations

The present-day operation of all spiritual gifts and the experiential dimension of the Holy Spirit.

Key question: “How is the Holy Spirit actively manifesting His power and gifts in the church today?”

23,580 sermon illustrations through the Charismatic lens

Poetry

Aristomenes

Canto First. The Gods of old are silent on the shore. Since the great Pan expired, and through the roar Of the Ionian waters broke a dread Voice which proclaimed "the Mighty Pan is dead." How much died with him!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words

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Poetry

Graves of Infants

Infant' graves are steps of angels, where Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose. God is their parent, and they need no tear; He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes, A bud their lifetime and a flower their close.

Universal

John Clare

219 words

Poetry

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice?

Longings for Home.

O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

Confessions

What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?" Ah, reverend sir, not I!

Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still...

My Last Duchess

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her?

Woman's Constancy

Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow? Or say that now We are not just those persons, which we were?

Lines on Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill

And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee; And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought that Joy and Health alone could be Where I was _not_--and pain and sorrow here!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

457 words

Poetry

The Christian

Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of His days! A kingly character He bears, No change His priestly office knows; Unfading is the...

Song for the Luddites

AS the Liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will _die_ fighting, or _live_ free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

112 words

Poetry

The Pumpkin

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold, Like...

Universal

John Greenleaf Whittier

355 words

Poetry

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,...

Address Intended to Be Recited at the Caledonian Meeting

Who hath not glowed above the page where Fame Hath fixed high Caledon's unconquered name; The mountain-land which spurned the Roman chain, And baffled back the fiery-crested Dane, Whose bright claymore and hardihood of hand No foe could tame--no tyrant could command?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

276 words

Poetry

To Mr. Murray

TO hook the Reader, you, John Murray, Have published "Anjou's Margaret," Which won't be sold off in a hurry (At least, it has not been as yet); And then, still further to bewilder him, Without remorse, you set up "Ilderim;"...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

131 words

Poetry

Nature's Hymn to the Deity

All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord: The sun proclaims him through the day, The moon when daylight drops away, The very darkness smiles to wear The stars that show us God is there, On moonlight...

To Mr. Murray

FOR Orford and for Waldegrave You give much more than me you _gave_; Which is not fairly to behave, My Murray! Because if a live dog, 't is said, Be worth a lion fairly sped, A live lord must be worth _two_ dead, My Murray!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

The Happy Life of a Country Parson.

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS.

Epistle to Mrs Teresa Blount. on Her Leaving the Town After the Coronation.

As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care Drags from the town to wholesome country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she...

Prayer for Children

Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan's reign?

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.

Song for All Seas, All Ships.

1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships—Of waves spreading and spreading, far as the eye can reach; Of dashing spray, and the winds...

To Night

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, 'Which make thee terrible and dear,-- Swift be thy flight! Wrap...

Sonnet: Political Greatness

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame; Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts, History is but the shadow of their shame, Art...

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Short92 words