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Home›Traditions›Reformed/Presbyterian

Reformed/Presbyterian Illustrations

God's absolute sovereignty, covenant theology, and Westminster Confessional standards.

Key question: “How does this text display God's sovereign grace and purpose, and ultimately bring glory to His name?”

24,198 sermon illustrations through the Reformed/Presbyterian lens

Poetry

Epithalamium

ANOTHER VERSION OF THE PRECEDING. Night, with all thine eyes look down! Darkness shed its holiest dew! When ever smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true? Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light, Lest eyes see their own delight!

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

308 words

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Poetry

The Firetail's Nest

"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps by Her nestling young that in the elderns lie, And then the bluecap tootles in its glee, Picking the flies from orchard apple tree, And "pink" the chaffinch cries its well-known strain,...

Universal

John Clare

Short97 words

Poetry

Lines on Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill

And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee; And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought that Joy and Health alone could be Where I was _not_--and pain and sorrow here!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

457 words

Poetry

Sonnet I

NOR judge me light, tho' light at times I seem, And lightly in the stress of fortune bear The innumerable flaws of changeful care - Nor judge me light for this, nor rashly deem (Office forbid to mortals, kept supreme...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short94 words

Poetry

Sonnet 118: Like as, to make our appetite more keen

Like as, to make our appetite more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge; As, to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun sickness when we purge; Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, To bitter sauces...

Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live

wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace itself with his society? Why should false painting imitate his cheek, And steel dead seeming of his living hue?

Of a Lady Singing to Her Lute.

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. WALLER Fair charmer, cease! nor make your voice's prize, A heart resign'd, the conquest of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threaten'd vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once assail.

Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me

Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.

394. Song—Braw Lads o’ Gala Water

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o’ Galla Water.

To Helen

I saw thee once--once only--years ago: I must not say _how_ many--but _not_ many.

Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep, And evening's breath, wandering here and there Over the quivering surface of the stream,...

Lucifer in Starlight

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose. Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.

The Duel

'Tis fifty years, and yet their fray To us might seem but yesterday. Tis fifty years, and three to boot, Since, hand to hand, and foot to foot, And heart to heart, and sword to sword, One of our Ancestors was gored.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

349 words

Poetry

Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air, and purging fire

The other two, slight air, and purging fire Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide.

When I hoped, I recollect

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- was good -- Not a...

Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!

Translation From Anacreon. Ode 1. to His Lyre

I wish to tune my quivering lyre, To deeds of fame, and notes of fire; To echo, from its rising swell, How heroes fought and nations fell, When Atreus' sons advanc'd to war, Or Tyrian Cadmus rov'd afar; But still,...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

145 words

Poetry

A Dream

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around...

The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face

In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath.

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

218 words

Poetry

Julian

The Night came on the Waters--all was rest On Earth--but Rage on Ocean's troubled Heart. The Waves arose and rolled beneath the blast; The Sailors gazed upon their shivered Mast.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

408 words

Poetry

Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep

The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions...

H. Baptism

As he that sees a dark and shady grove, Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky; So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove More backward still, and to that water fly, Which is above the heav'ns,...

Song from Arcadia

My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven.

Lines Addressed to a Young Lady

Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead, Wafting destruction o'er thy charms And hurtling o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms. Surely some envious Demon's force, Vex'd to behold such beauty here, Impell'd the bullet's viewless course, Diverted from its first career.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

212 words