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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?”

23,951 sermon illustrations through the Eastern Orthodox lens

Poetry

Up at a Villa--Down in the City

_(As distinguished by an Italian person of quality.)_ Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city square; Ah, such a life, such a life, as...

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Robert Browning

801 words

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Poetry

Autumn.

THE THIRD PASTORAL, Or HYLAS AND ÆGON. TO MR WYCHERLEY. Beneath the shade a spreading beech displays, Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays; This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love. And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the grove.

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Alexander Pope

694 words

Fable

The Shepherd's Boy

A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth

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Aesop

Short15 words

Poetry

First Anniversary

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years; And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.

To Miss -- -- [Harriet Grove] From Miss -- -- [Elizabeth Shelley]

For your letter, dear -- , accept my best thanks, Rendered long and amusing by virtue of franks, Though concise they would please, yet the longer the better, The more news that's crammed in, more amusing the letter, All excuses...

Hervé Riel

On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two, Did the English fight the French,--woe to France! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter thro' the blue. Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came...

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Robert Browning

1049 words

Fable

The Man and the Serpent

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten

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Aesop

Short12 words

Poetry

The Boat on the Serchio

Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream, The helm sways idly, hither and thither; Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast, And the oars, and the sails; but 'tis sleeping fast,...

The Canterbury Tales. The Manciple's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. WEET ye not where there stands a little town, Which that y-called is Bob-up-and-down, Under the Blee, in Canterbury way? There gan our Hoste for to jape and play, And saide, "Sirs, what? Dun is in the mire.

The Canterbury Tales. The Sompnour's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE.

The Prisoner of Chillon

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

2305 words

Poetry

The Daemon of the World

A FRAGMENT. Nec tantum prodere vati, Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus. LUCAN, Phars. How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!

A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty

Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?

The Canterbury Tales. The Clerk's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "SIR Clerk of Oxenford," our Hoste said, "Ye ride as still and coy, as doth a maid That were new spoused, sitting at the board: This day I heard not of your tongue a word.

57. Holy Willie’s Prayer

O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel’, Sends ane to heaven an’ ten to hell, A’ for Thy glory, And no for ony gude or ill They’ve done afore Thee!

The Canterbury Tales. The Prioress's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "WELL said, by corpus Domini," quoth our Host; "Now longe may'st thou saile by the coast, Thou gentle Master, gentle Marinere. God give the monk a thousand last quad year! fellows, beware of such a jape.

The Island

CANTO THE FIRST. The morning watch was come; the vessel lay Her course, and gently made her liquid way; The cloven billow flashed from off her prow In furrows formed by that majestic plough; The waters with their world were...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

9696 words

Poetry

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its...

144. A Winter Night

WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet...

Burning Drift-Wood

Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And folly's unlaid ghosts return.

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John Greenleaf Whittier

480 words

Poetry

A Grammarian's Funeral : Shortly After the Revival of Learning in Europe

Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes, Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till cock-crow: Look out if yonder be not day again Rimming the rock-row!

92. Suppressed Stanzas of “The Vision”

WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth In youthful pride, A Lindsay race of noble worth, Famed far and wide.

The Italian in England

That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide Her blood-hounds thro' the country-side, Breathed hot an instant on my trace,-- I made, six days, a hiding-place Of that...

Sister Rosa: A Ballad

The death-bell beats!-- The mountain repeats The echoing sound of the knell; And the dark Monk now Wraps the cowl round his brow, As he sits in his lonely cell.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

512 words