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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?”

24,338 sermon illustrations through the Reformed/Presbyterian lens

Poetry

Song of the Open Road.

1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

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Walt Whitman

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Poetry

The Building of the Ship

"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

2083 words

Fable

The Tree and the Reed

Obscurity often brings safety

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Aesop

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Poetry

Comus

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS. COMUS, with his Crew. FIRST BROTHER. SECOND BROTHER. SABRINA, the Nymph. The Chief...

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.

The Song of Hiawatha: X

Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other!" Thus the youthful Hiawatha Said within...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1313 words

Fable

The Peacock and Juno

Be content with your lot; one cannot be first in everything

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Aesop

Short15 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

In Reference to Her Children

I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.

Falsehood and Vice

A DIALOGUE.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

593 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 Two Foscari

SCENE I.--_A Hall in the Ducal Palace_. _Enter_ LOREDANO _and_ BARBARIGO, _meeting_. _Lor._ WHERE is the prisoner? _Bar._ Reposing from The Question. _Lor._ The hour's past--fixed yesterday For the resumption of his trial.--Let us Rejoin our colleagues in the council, and Urge his recall.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

26810 words

Poetry

Rosalind and Helen. a Modern Eclogue

HELEN: Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'Tis long since thou and I have met; And yet methinks it were unkind Those moments to forget. Come, sit by me.

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 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

Poetry

Song of the Broad-Axe.

1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother’s bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one! Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced from a little seed sown! Resting the grass amid and...

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

Prince Athanase. a Fragment

There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel, Had grown quite weak and gray before his time; Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him, withering up his prime And goading him, like fiends, from land to land.

The Pine Forest of the Cascine Near Pisa

Dearest, best and brightest, Come away, To the woods and to the fields! Dearer than this fairest day Which, like thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle in the brake.

Troilus and Criseyde: Book V

Aprochen gan the fatal destinee That Ioves hath in disposicioun, And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three, Committeth, to don execucioun; For which Criseyde moste out of the toun, And Troilus shal dwelle forth in pyne Til Lachesis his threed no lenger twyne.

Ghasta or, the Avenging Demon!!!

the owlet flaps her wing, In the pathless dell beneath, Hark! night ravens loudly sing, Tidings of despair and death.-- Horror covers all the sky, Clouds of darkness blot the moon, Prepare!

Samson Agonistes

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

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...

Winter.

THE FOURTH PASTORAL, OR DAPHNE. TO THE MEMORY OF MRS TEMPEST. Thyrsis, the music of that murmuring spring Is not so mournful as the strains you sing; Nor rivers winding through the vales below, So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow.

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Alexander Pope

625 words