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Home›Traditions›Pentecostal

Pentecostal Illustrations

The immediate, experiential work of the Holy Spirit and the expectation of spiritual gifts.

Key question: “How does this text reveal the present-day work and power of the Holy Spirit?”

24,009 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight, And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.

Universal

William Shakespeare

103 words

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Poetry

Sonnet 20: A woman's face with nature's own hand painted

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in...

Universal

William Shakespeare

105 words

Poetry

'Twas just this time, last year, I died.

I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms -- It had the Tassels on -- I thought how yellow it would look -- When Richard went to mill -- And then, I wanted to get...

Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The picture of Christ crucified, and tell Whether that countenance can thee affright, Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light, Blood fills his frowns, which from his pierced head fell.

Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene

This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My span's last inch, my minute's latest point, And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoint My body...

Ossian's Address to the Sun in "Carthon."

thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire, Round as the shield which grac'd my godlike Sire, Whence are the beams, O Sun! thy endless blaze, Which far eclipse each minor Glory's rays? Forth in thy Beauty here thou deign'st to shine!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

367 words

Poetry

Sonnet 10: For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any

Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident: For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate, That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate...

Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?

Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

Sonnet to the Prince Regent. on the Repeal of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture

To be the father of the fatherless, To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise _His_ offspring, who expired in other days To make thy Sire's sway by a kingdom less,-- _This_ is to be a monarch, and repress Envy into unutterable praise.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

109 words

Poetry

Lines: 'We Meet Not As We Parted'

We meet not as we parted, We feel more than all may see; My bosom is heavy-hearted, And thine full of doubt for me:-- One moment has bound the free.

Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses"

WHETHER upon the garden seat You lounge with your uplifted feet Under the May's whole Heaven of blue; Or whether on the sofa you, No grown up person being by, Do some soft corner occupy; Take you this volume in...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

231 words

Poetry

Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining?

The Canterbury Tales. The Parson's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. By that the Manciple his tale had ended, The sunne from the south line was descended So lowe, that it was not to my sight Degrees nine-and-twenty as in height.

Sonnet 105: Let not my love be call'd idolatry

Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

St. Irvyne's Tower

How swiftly through Heaven's wide expanse Bright day's resplendent colours fade! How sweetly does the moonbeam's glance With silver tint St. Irvyne's glade! No cloud along the spangled air, Is borne upon the evening breeze; How solemn is the scene!

Human Life's Mystery (excerpt)

We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, suddenly, We look up to the great wide sky, Inquiring wherefore we were born... For earnest or for jest?

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

151 words

Poetry

Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom

snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

125 words

Poetry

Sonnet 108: What's in the brain, that ink may character

What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit?

Sonnet 134: So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will...

Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!

When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness -- Blush, my unacknowledged clay -- Seven years of troth have taught thee More than Wifehood every may!

Sonnet 128: How oft when thou, my music, music play'st

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss...

On a Fan of the Author's Design, in Which Was Painted the Story of Cephalus and Procris, With the Motto, 'aura Veni.'

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. WALLER 'Come, gentle Air!' the Aeolian shepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade; 'Come, gentle Air!' the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies.

Prologue to Mr Addison's Tragedy of Cato.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the tragic Muse first...

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Alexander Pope

309 words