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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?”

25,762 sermon illustrations through the Pentecostal lens

Poetry

Spring

Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

125 words

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Poetry

Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse.

Universal

William Shakespeare

101 words

Poetry

Ode On The Spring

where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring: While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool...

Song of Saul Before His Last Battle

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a King's, in your path: Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short91 words

Poetry

The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers

See with what simplicity This Nimph begins her golden daies! In the green Grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair Aspect tames The Wilder flow'rs, and gives them names: But only with the Roses playes; And them...

To a Lady

had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, been mine, For, then, my peace had not been broken.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

308 words

Poetry

Poem of Remembrance for a Girl or a Boy.

YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!

Nightwind

Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain, Roaring as rivers breaking loose in floods To spread and foam and deluge all the plain.

Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead,...

Ode On The Spring (excerpt)

To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.

I cannot dance upon my Toes

I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet...

The Pumpkin

Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold, Like...

Universal

John Greenleaf Whittier

355 words

Poetry

Woods in Winter

When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing...

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

149 words

Poetry

Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture...

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

'T IS time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

242 words

Poetry

Epistle to Mrs Teresa Blount. on Her Leaving the Town After the Coronation.

As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care Drags from the town to wholesome country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she...

Maid of Athens, Ere We Part

Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ. Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

119 words

Poetry

On the Quotation,

"And my true faith can alter never, Though thou art gone perhaps for ever." And "thy true faith can alter never?"-- Indeed it lasted for a--week! I know the length of Love's forever, And just expected such a freak.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

225 words

Poetry

The Irishman's Song

The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light May sink into ne'er ending chaos and night, Our mansions must fall, and earth vanish away, But thy courage O Erin! may never decay.

The Sleeper

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley.

Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon

How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heav'nly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!

A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter's cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Sonnet 13

XIII To Mr. Lawes, on his Aires.

Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter,...

Universal

William Shakespeare

Short95 words