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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?”

23,526 sermon illustrations through the Charismatic lens

Poetry

Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Universal

William Shakespeare

108 words

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Poetry

Before The Paling Of The Stars

Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world his hands had made Born a stranger.

Universal

Christina Rossetti

Short87 words

Poetry

To Death

where is thy victory? To triumph whilst I die, To triumph whilst thine ebon wing Enfolds my shuddering soul? where is thy sting? Not when the tides of murder roll, When nations groan, that kings may bask in bliss, Death!

The Book of Thel. Part II

O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away: Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee. I pass away,...

Sonnet on the Nuptials of the Marquis Antonio Cavalli With the Countess Clelia Rasponi of Ravenna

A noble Lady of the Italian shore Lovely and young, herself a happy bride, Commands a verse, and will not be denied, From me a wandering Englishman; I tore One sonnet, but invoke the muse once more To hail these...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words

Poetry

Farewell Petition to J.C.H., Esq^Re^

O THOU yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men Cam Hobhouse! but by wags Byzantian Ben!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

372 words

Poetry

Prometheus

to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity's recompense?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

318 words

Poetry

Sonnet 75

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. "Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay.

The Human Abstract

Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual fear brings Peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare,...

Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned

Oh my black soul!

Ode Written On The First Of December (excerpt)

Tho' now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o'er the green wood shade, I love thee Winter! Sweet are the harmonies of Spring, Sweet is the summer's evening gale, Pleasant the autumnal winds that shake The many-colour'd grove.

Quail's Nest

I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joys Cry "wet my foot" for half the way; I stood and wondered at the noise, When from my foot a bird did flee-- The rain flew bouncing...

Lines Written on Hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon

alive and so bold, O Earth? Art thou not overbold? leapest thou forth as of old In the light of thy morning mirth, The last of the flock of the starry fold? leapest thou forth as of old?

To Woman

experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to _adore_ thee.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

Protus

Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast, One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair,...

To M. S. G

Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were--unhallow'd bliss. Whene'er I dream of that pure breast, How could I dwell upon its snows! Yet, is the...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

263 words

Poetry

O Star of France.

1 O STAR of France! The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame, Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long, Beseems to-day a wreck, driven by the gale—a mastless hulk; And ’mid its teeming, madden’d, half-drown’d crowds, Nor helm nor helmsman.

Sonnet on Chillon

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

104 words

Poetry

To My Son

Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue Bright as thy mother's in their hue; Those rosy lips, whose dimples play And smile to steal the heart away, Recall a scene of former joy, And touch thy father's heart, my Boy!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

206 words

Poetry

The Soldier

Why do we all, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, But frail clay, nay but foul clay.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

139 words

Poetry

Summer Evening (excerpt)

The sinking sun is taking leave, And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve, While huddling clouds of purple dye Gloomy hang the western sky. Crows crowd croaking over head, Hastening to the woods to bed. Cooing sits the lonely dove, Calling home her absent love.

When I hoped, I recollect

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- was good -- Not a...

Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me

Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.

Verses on a Cat

A cat in distress, Nothing more, nor less; Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye, As I am a sinner, It waits for some dinner To stuff out its own little belly.

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

116 words