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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?”

23,917 sermon illustrations through the Eastern Orthodox lens

Poetry

Satire I. to Mr Fortescue.

SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED. There are (I scarce can think it, but am told) There are, to whom my satire seems too bold: Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said of Chartres much too rough.

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Alexander Pope

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Poetry

Epilogue to the Satires.

IN TWO DIALOGUES. DIALOGUE I. Not twice a twelvemonth you appear in print, And when it comes, the court see nothing in 't. You grow correct, that once with rapture writ, And are, besides, too moral for a wit. Decay of parts, alas!

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Alexander Pope

3233 words

Poetry

Tamerlane

Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme-- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revelled in-- I have no time to dote or...

TO A CHILD

Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, Whose figures grace, With many a grotesque form and face. The ancient chimney of thy nursery!

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

923 words

Poetry

Paradise Lost: Book 06

All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light.

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John Milton

5950 words

Fable

The Miser and His Gold

Wealth unused might as well not exist

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Aesop

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Poetry

Childish Recollections

"I cannot but remember such things were, And were most dear to me." 'Macbeth' When slow Disease, with all her host of Pains, Chills the warm tide, which flows along the veins; When Health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, And...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

2776 words

Poetry

Paradise Lost: Book 07

Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing!

To the Earl of Clare

Tu semper amoris Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat imago. 'Argonaut', iv. Friend of my youth! when young we rov'd, Like striplings, mutually belov'd, With Friendship's purest glow; The bliss, which wing'd those rosy hours, Was such as Pleasure...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

588 words

Poetry

Celestial Love

Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for love,— Into vision which all form In one only form dissolves; In a region where the wheel, On which all...

Ruins of Rome, by Bellay

1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the which shall never die Through your fair verses, ne in ashes rest; If so be shrilling voice of wight alive...

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Edmund Spenser

3151 words

Fable

The Fox and the Grapes

It is easy to despise what you cannot get

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Aesop

Short14 words

Poetry

Julian and Maddalo. a Conversation

The meadows with fresh streams, the bees with thyme, The goats with the green leaves of budding Spring, Are saturated not--nor Love with tears.--VIRGIL'S "Gallus".

A Very Mournful Ballad on the Siege and Conquest of Alhama

The Moorish King rides up and down. Through Granada's royal town: From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama! Letters to the Monarch tell How Alhama's city fell: In the fire the scroll he...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

994 words

Poetry

To a Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Sardanapalus

SCENE I.--_A Hall in the Palace_. _Salemenes_ (_solus_).

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

36867 words

Poetry

I Sing the Body Electric.

1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

Ginevra

Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Who staggers forth into the air and sun From the dark chamber of a mortal fever, Bewildered, and incapable, and ever Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain Of usual shapes, till the...

Eloisa to Abelard.

In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heavenly-pensive Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?

The Fallen Elm

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would drop When showers fell on thy many coloured shade And when dark tempests mimic thunder made-- While darkness came as...

The Strayed Reveller

1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying forms, 6 Sweep through my soul! 7 Thou standest, smiling 8 Down on me!

Epithalamion

YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes, That even the greatest did not greatly scorne To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes, But joyed...

War

Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled Death, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world. on yon heath what countless victims lie, Hark!

How They Brought the Good News From Ghent to Aix

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights...

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Robert Browning

492 words