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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

To the Countess of Blessington

You have asked for a verse:--the request In a rhymer 'twere strange to deny; But my Hippocrene was but my breast, And my feelings (its fountain) are dry.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

221 words

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Poetry

A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King

What sweeter music can we bring, Than a Carol, for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King? Awake the Voice! Awake the String! Heart, Ear, and Eye, and every thing Awake! the while the active Finger Runs division with the Singer.

Universal

Robert Herrick

162 words

Poetry

Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One

Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vows, and in devotion.

To Mr John Moore, Author of the Celebrated Worm-Powder.

How much, egregious Moore, are we Deceived by shows and forms! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see, All humankind are worms. Man is a very worm by birth, Vile reptile, weak and vain! A while he crawls upon the earth, Then shrinks to earth again.

Farewell and Defiance to Love

Love and thy vain employs, away From this too oft deluded breast! No longer will I court thy stay, To be my bosom's teazing guest. Thou treacherous medicine, reckoned pure, Thou quackery of the harassed heart, That kills what it...

The Garden.

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS.

Easter

MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe!

Ode To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit...

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...

Love's Last Adieu

The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever, in Love's last adieu!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

376 words

Poetry

The Twins

Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables-flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs?

Euthanasia

When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

237 words

Poetry

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?

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.

Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is

If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen of a former child!

Ode On A Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of...

Prayer

Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage, The Christian plummet sounding...

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!

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

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.

Thy Days Are Done

Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughters of his sword! The deeds he...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

104 words

Poetry

Newstead Abbey

In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam falls Through Silence and Shade o'er its desolate walls, It shines from afar like the glories of old; It gilds, but it warms not--'tis dazzling, but cold.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

203 words

Poetry

London

I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

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...

Universal

John Clare

123 words