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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?”

24,044 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.

Universal

William Shakespeare

103 words

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Poetry

The Solitary

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? To see the busy beings round thee spring, And care for none; in thy calm solitude, A flower that scarce breathes in the desert rude To Zephyr's passing wing?

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

112 words

Poetry

Matilda Gathering Flowers

FROM THE PURGATORIO OF DANTE, CANTO 28, LINES 1-51.

Farewell to the Farm

The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short78 words

Poetry

Invitation to Eternity

Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valley-depths of shade, Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way, Where the sun forgets the day, Where there's...

Sonnet 103: Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth

what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument, all bare, is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside! blame me not, if I no more can write!

Scene From 'tasso'

MADDALO, A COURTIER. MALPIGLIO, A POET. PIGNA, A MINISTER. ALBANO, AN USHER. MADDALO: No access to the Duke! You have not said That the Count Maddalo would speak with him? PIGNA: Did you inform his Grace that Signor Pigna Waits...

To John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?

To a Locomotive in Winter.

THEE for my recitative!

A Dead Rose

who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,--- Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

210 words

Poetry

Between the Dusk of a Summer Night

Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And...

Universal

William Ernest Henley

109 words

Poetry

Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his...

The Ballad of Reading Gaol (excerpt)

He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed.

The Height of the Ridiculous

I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general...

Universal

Oliver Wendell Holmes

162 words

Poetry

Stanzas Composed During a Thunderstorm

Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, And lightnings, as they play, But show where rocks our...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

414 words

Poetry

Fragments of School Exercises: From the "Prometheus Vinctus" of Aeschylus,

Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne Both Gods and mortals homage pay, Ne'er may my soul thy power disown, Thy dread behests ne'er disobey.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

149 words

Poetry

No, Thank You John

I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon With always "do" and "pray"?

Music

I pant for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I...

Israfel

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute;" None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy Stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.

Fragment, or the Triumph of Conscience

'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling, One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,-- Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling, Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling, They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!

Translation of a Romaic Love Song

Love was never yet without The pang, the agony, the doubt, Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh, While day and night roll darkling by. Without one friend to hear my woe, I faint, I die beneath the blow. That...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

247 words

Poetry

Bigotry's Victim

Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind, The lion to rouse from his skull-covered lair? When the tiger approaches can the fast-fleeting hind Repose trust in his footsteps of air?

Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And...

"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me --

"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place -- And when again, at...

Universal

Emily Dickinson

107 words