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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?”

24,234 sermon illustrations through the Reformed/Presbyterian lens

Poetry

The Task: Book V (excerpt on Liberty)

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it.

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William Cowper

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Poetry

I know some lonely Houses off the Road

I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to -- A...

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Emily Dickinson

161 words

Poetry

Mary Bayfield

How beautiful the summer night When birds roost on the mossy tree, When moon and stars are shining bright And home has gone the weary bee!

Reply to Some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of His Mistress

Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, Yet, believe me, a _sigh_ Will never obtain a _coquette_. Would you teach her to love?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

277 words

Poetry

That Music Always Round Me.

THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning—yet long untaught I did not hear; But now the chorus I hear, and am elated; A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear, A soprano, at...

The Dumb Soldier

When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hid my hiding-place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee.

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Robert Louis Stevenson

177 words

Poetry

Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way

How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!' The beast that bears me, tired...

There Was a Time, I Need Not Name

There was a time, I need not name, Since it will ne'er forgotten be, When all our feelings were the same As still my soul...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

160 words

Poetry

Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

One Struggle More, and I Am Free

One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to Love and thee, Then back...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

368 words

Poetry

Song

Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling, Cold are the damps on a dying man's brow,-- Stern are the seas when the wild waves are rolling, And sad is the grave where a loved one lies low; But...

Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I...

Exhortation to Prayer

What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to...

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

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.

Winter

When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When Blood is nipped and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring...

Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush.

Holy Sonnet I: Thou 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.

To Marie Louise (Shew)

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-- Of all to whom thine absence is the night-- The blotting utterly from out high heaven The sacred sun--of all who, weeping, bless thee Hourly for hope--for life--ah, above all, For...

The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down

The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was done. His locks like all...

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short95 words

Poetry

To R. B.

The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

111 words

Poetry

Sin's Round

Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working like a busy flame, Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring: And when they once have perfected their draughts, My...

To My Dear And Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

Going to Heaven!

I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherd's arm!

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Emily Dickinson

124 words