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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?”

24,307 sermon illustrations through the Reformed/Presbyterian lens

Poetry

The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus. a Paraphrase From the "ÆNeid," Lib. 9

Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood, Eager to gild his arms with hostile blood; Well skill'd, in fight, the quivering lance to wield, Or pour his arrows thro' th' embattled field: From Ida torn, he left his sylvan cave,...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

2765 words

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Poetry

Autumn.

THE THIRD PASTORAL, Or HYLAS AND ÆGON. TO MR WYCHERLEY. Beneath the shade a spreading beech displays, Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays; This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love. And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the grove.

The Canterbury Tales. The Nun's Priest's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "Ho!" quoth the Knight, "good sir, no more of this; That ye have said is right enough, y-wis, And muche more; for little heaviness Is right enough to muche folk, I guess.

The Canterbury Tales. The Pardoner's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. OUR Hoste gan to swear as he were wood; "Harow!" quoth he, "by nailes and by blood, This was a cursed thief, a false justice. As shameful death as hearte can devise Come to these judges and their advoca's.

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Geoffrey Chaucer

4654 words

Fable

Androcles

Gratitude is the sign of noble souls

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Aesop

Short8 words

Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. The Clerk's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "SIR Clerk of Oxenford," our Hoste said, "Ye ride as still and coy, as doth a maid That were new spoused, sitting at the board: This day I heard not of your tongue a word.

Indications, The.

THE indications, and tally of time; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts; What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their words; The words...

Parisina

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

3378 words

Poetry

The Poet's Calendar

January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

665 words

Poetry

144. A Winter Night

WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless bow’r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv’d glow’r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark’ning thro’ the flaky show’r, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet...

A Vision of the Sea

'Tis the terror of tempest.

The Vision of Judgment. by Quevedo Redivivus

SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF "WAT TYLER." "A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word." [_Merchant of Venice_, act iv. 1, lines 218, 336.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

6600 words

Poetry

Poem of Joys.

1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death. O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments! full of grain and trees. O for the voices of animals!

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Walt Whitman

1954 words

Fable

The Old Woman and the Wine-Jar

The memory of a good deed lives on

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Aesop

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Fable

The Hart and the Hunter

We often despise what is most useful to us

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Aesop

Short14 words

Poetry

The Canterbury Tales. The Reeve's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they said, But for the more part they laugh'd and play'd; And at this tale I saw no man him grieve,...

The Canterbury Tales. The Merchant's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE. "Weeping and wailing, care and other sorrow, I have enough, on even and on morrow," Quoth the Merchant, "and so have other mo', That wedded be; I trow that it be so; For well I wot it fareth so by me.

The Glove

"Heigho!" yawned one day King Francis, "Distance all value enhances. When a man's busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy. Here we've got peace; and aghast...

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Robert Browning

1156 words

Fable

The Fox and the Crow

Do not trust flatterers

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Aesop

Short9 words

Poetry

Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering.

1 MANHATTAN’S streets I saunter’d, pondering, On time, space, reality—on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After all, the last explanation remains to be made about prudence; Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality.

The Canterbury Tales. The Shipman's Tale.

THE PROLOGUE Our Host upon his stirrups stood anon, And saide; "Good men, hearken every one, This was a thrifty tale for the nones.

Up at a Villa--Down in the City

_(As distinguished by an Italian person of quality.)_ Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city square; Ah, such a life, such a life, as...

First Anniversary

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years; And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.

Sister Rosa: A Ballad

The death-bell beats!-- The mountain repeats The echoing sound of the knell; And the dark Monk now Wraps the cowl round his brow, As he sits in his lonely cell.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

512 words