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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

To Helen

I saw thee once--once only--years ago: I must not say _how_ many--but _not_ many.

Universal

Edgar Allan Poe

438 words

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Poetry

If the foolish, call them "flowers"

If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants "Classify" them It is just as well! Those who read the...

Universal

Emily Dickinson

Short78 words

Poetry

An Occasional Prologue,

Since the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the stage; Since taste has now expung'd licentious wit, Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ; Since, now, to please with purer scenes we seek, Nor dare...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

236 words

Poetry

Instans Tyrannus

Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was least to my mind. I struck him, he grovelled of course-- For, what was his force?

A Summer Evening Churchyard

LECHLADE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE. The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray; And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep...

The Laboratory (Ancien Regime)

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy-- Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet

CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere,...

To Marie Louise (Shew)

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-- Of all to whom thine absence is the night-- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun--of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope--for life--ah, above all, For...

Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

110 words

Poetry

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Song

Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling, Cold are the damps on a dying man's brow,-- Stern are the seas when the wild waves are rolling, And sad is the grave where a loved one lies low; But...

Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

The Task: Book V (excerpt on Liberty)

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it.

To the Moonbeam

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, To bathe this burning brow. Moonbeam, why art thou so pale, As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale, Where humble wild-flowers grow? Is it to mimic me?

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn'

BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new? Yes, and...

Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

The Swallow

Pretty swallow, once again Come and pass me in the rain. Pretty swallow, why so shy? Pass again my window by. The horsepond where he dips his wings, The wet day prints it full of rings. The raindrops on his...

A Toccata of Galuppi's

Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind; But altho' I take your meaning, 'tis with such a heavy mind! Here you come with your old music,...

Foreign Children

Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtle off their legs.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short95 words

Poetry

Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the sun for thee more coldly shine Because of grave-damps falling round my head? I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read...

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

110 words

Poetry

Ballad

A faithless shepherd courted me, He stole away my liberty. When my poor heart was strange to men, He came and smiled and stole it then. When my apron would hang low, Me he sought through frost and snow.

Epitaph on a Beloved Friend

Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier! What sighs re-echo'd to thy parting breath, Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

329 words

Poetry

The feet of people walking home

The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of the snow -- The lips...

The Dying Christian to His Soul.

Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! they whisper; angels say, 'Sister Spirit,...

Universal

Alexander Pope

148 words