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Eastern Orthodox Illustrations

Reading Scripture as a path to Theosis — deification and union with God.

Key question: “How does this passage draw us into the mystery of God and guide us on the path of theosis?”

23,875 sermon illustrations through the Eastern Orthodox lens

Poetry

Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poor: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall...

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George Herbert

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Poetry

Another Simple Ballat

WILMOT sate scribbling a play, Mr. Sotheby sate sweating behind her; But what are all these to the Lay Of Gally i.o. the Grinder? I bought me some books tother day, And sent them down stairs to the binder; But...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

248 words

Poetry

To Constantia: Stanzas 1 and 2

As restored by Mr.

Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien

BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in the pantomime, Instanter, at the...

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Robert Louis Stevenson

116 words

Poetry

Peace after a Storm

When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears.

On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School

Where are those honours, IDA! once your own, When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place, So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate, And seat _Pomposus_ where your _Probus_ sate.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

111 words

Poetry

Sonnet 74: But be contented: when that fell arrest

But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.

Sorrow

To me this world's a dreary blank, All hopes in life are gone and fled, My high strung energies are sank, And all my blissful hopes lie dead.-- The world once smiling to my view, Showed scenes of endless bliss...

Stanzas to the Po

River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me: What if thy deep and ample stream should be...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

430 words

Poetry

To One In Paradise

Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine-- A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer

if ever fondest prayer For other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak--to weep--to sigh: Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

104 words

Poetry

Scandal

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes To hear the news and tell the news she knows; She talks of sluts, marks each unmended gown, Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.

God Gave To Me A Child In Part

GOD gave to me a child in part, Yet wholly gave the father's heart: Child of my soul, O whither now, Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?...

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Short98 words

Poetry

The City In The Sea

Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest.

Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear

is it She, which on the other shore Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore, Laments and mourns in Germany and here? Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year? Is she self-truth and errs? now new, now outwore?

The Farewell

Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage Gone, gone, -- sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone.

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John Greenleaf Whittier

363 words

Poetry

Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England

O thou Most High who rulest all And hear'st the prayers of thine, O hearken, Lord, unto my suit And my petition sign. Into Thy everlasting arms Of mercy I commend Thy servant, Lord. Keep and preserve My husband, my dear friend.

Sonnet 16 - And yet, because thou overcomest so

And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow Too close against thine heart henceforth to know How it shook when alone.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Short97 words

Poetry

To The Willow-Tree

Thou art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrest And left of love, are crown'd. When once the lover's rose is dead Or laid aside forlorn, Then willow-garlands, 'bout the...

Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair

In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on Nature's...

Secret Love

I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left...

234. A Mother’s Lament for her Son’s Death

FATE gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc’d my darling’s heart; And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour’d laid; So fell the pride of...

The Lost Leader

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat-- Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to...

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although...

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William Shakespeare

Short88 words