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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?”

24,080 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

Endymion: Book IV

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains!

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John Keats

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Poetry

Mycerinus

'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples overturn'd, Cold hearts and thankless tongues, where thanks are due; Fell this dread voice from lips that cannot lie, Stern...

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Matthew Arnold

900 words

Poetry

Revenge

quit me not yet, for the wind whistles shrill, Its blast wanders mournfully over the hill, The thunder's wild voice rattles madly above, You will not then, cannot then, leave me my love.--' I must dearest Agnes, the night is...

Ode to the West Wind

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to...

Marianne's Dream

A pale Dream came to a Lady fair, And said, A boon, a boon, I pray! I know the secrets of the air, And things are lost in the glare of day, Which I can make the sleeping see, If...

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door.

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Edgar Allan Poe

1061 words

Fable

The Fox and the Goat

Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties

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Aesop

Short14 words

Poetry

The Waltz: An Apostrophic Hymn. by Horace Hornem, Esq

"Qualis in Eurotæ ripis, aut per juga Cynthi, Exercet DIANA choros." VIRGIL, 'Æn'. "Such on Eurotas's banks, or Cynthus's height, Diana seems: and so she charms the sight, When in the dance the graceful goddess leads The quire of nymphs,...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

1714 words

Poetry

Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

550 words

Poetry

Letter to Maria Gisborne

The spider spreads her webs, whether she be In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree; The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves; So I, a thing whom moralists call worm, Sit...

Samson Agonistes

Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call'd Tragedy.

The Bride of Abydos. a Turkish Tale

"Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met--or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted."-- Burns . CANTO THE FIRST. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

7622 words

Poetry

Epistle to Augusta

my sweet Sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine. Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine: Go where I will, to me thou art the same-- A...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

1127 words

Poetry

Monody on the Death of the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan

When the last sunshine of expiring Day In Summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

767 words

Poetry

Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte

'Tis done--but yesterday a King! And armed with Kings to strive-- And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject--yet alive! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strewed our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

927 words

Poetry

The Age of Bronze

The "good old times"--all times when old are good-- Are gone; the present might be if they would; Great things have been, and are, and greater still Want little of mere mortals but their will: A wider space, a greener...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

5061 words

Fable

The Lion in Love

Love can tame the wildest

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Aesop

Short9 words

Poetry

Address, Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, Saturday, October 10, 1812

In one dread night our city saw, and sighed, Bowed to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride; In one short hour beheld the blazing fane, Apollo sink, and Shakespeare cease to reign. Ye who beheld, (oh!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

499 words

Poetry

75. Halloween

UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the rout is ta’en, Beneath the moon’s pale beams; There, up the Cove, 3 to...

A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.

That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the Glass where all appears) Had seen the period of his golden Years: And thenceforth onely did attend to trace, What...

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...

Granta. a Medley

(Reply of the Pythian Oracle to Philip of Macedon.) Oh! could LE SAGE'S demon's gift Be realis'd at my desire, This night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

554 words

Poetry

In a Gondola

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing.

The Son Of The Evening Star

Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimson, With the crimson of its life-blood, Filling all the air with...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1808 words