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Home›Traditions›Liberation Theology

Liberation Theology Illustrations

God's preferential option for the poor and oppressed, with salvation as liberation from all forms of oppression.

Key question: “How does the Gospel liberate the oppressed and challenge unjust structures in society?”

25,092 sermon illustrations through the Liberation Theology lens

Poetry

From "January"

Supper removed, the mother sits, And tells her tales by starts and fits.

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John Clare

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Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. The Merchant's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "Weeping and wailing, care and other sorrow, I have enough, on even and on morrow," Quoth the Merchant, "and so have other mo', That wedded be; I trow that it be so; For well I wot it fareth so by me.

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Geoffrey Chaucer

8219 words

Poetry

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

Fable

The Shepherd's Boy

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

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Aesop

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Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. The Reeve's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they said, But for the more part they laugh'd and play'd; And at this tale I saw no man him grieve,...

The Canterbury Tales. The Second Nun's Tale

The minister and norice unto vices, Which that men call in English idleness, The porter at the gate is of delices; T'eschew, and by her contrar' her oppress, -- That is to say, by lawful business, -- Well oughte we...

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...

The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church (Rome, 15--)

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews--sons mine ... ah God, I know not! Well, She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!

The Canterbury Tales. The Shipman's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE Our Host upon his stirrups stood anon, And saide; "Good men, hearken every one, This was a thrifty tale for the nones.

Hints From Horace

Who would not laugh, if Lawrence hired to grace His costly canvas with each flattered face, Abused his art, till Nature, with a blush, Saw cits grow Centaurs underneath his brush? Or, should some limner join, for show or sale,...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

5672 words

Poetry

The Devil's Walk. a Ballad

Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose, With care his sweet person adorning, He put on his Sunday clothes.

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 Poet's Calendar

January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

665 words

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.

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 Vision of Judgment. by Quevedo Redivivus

SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF "WAT TYLER." "A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word." [_Merchant of Venice_, act iv. 1, lines 218, 336.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

6600 words

Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. The Wife of Bath's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE.

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...

As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores.

1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem,...

The Canterbury Tales. The Franklin's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE.

The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride

Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

857 words

Poetry

A Vision of the Sea

'Tis the terror of tempest.

Count Gismond

Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his post, Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at length My honour, 'twas with all his strength.

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...

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Robert Browning

905 words