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Roman Catholic Illustrations

Reading scripture in unity with Sacred Tradition and the teaching authority of the Church.

Key question: “How does this passage illuminate and cohere with the deposit of faith handed down through Sacred Tradition?”

24,081 sermon illustrations through the Roman Catholic lens

Poetry

To Edward Williams

The serpent is shut out from Paradise. The wounded deer must seek the herb no more In which its heart-cure lies: The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower Like that from which its mate with feigned sighs Fled in the April hour.

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

343 words

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Poetry

I am the autumnal sun

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature -- not his Father but his Mother stirs within him, and he becomes immortal with her immortality. From time to time she claims kindredship with us, and some globule from her veins steals up into our own.

Universal

Henry David Thoreau

106 words

Poetry

Lines: 'We Meet Not As We Parted'

We meet not as we parted, We feel more than all may see; My bosom is heavy-hearted, And thine full of doubt for me:-- One moment has bound the free.

Spring

Sound the flute! Now it's mute! Bird's delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,-- Merrily, Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- It would hurt us -- were we awake -- But since it is playing --...

466. Ode for General Washington’s Birthday

NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; ’Tis liberty’s bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!

The Canterbury Tales. Chaucer's Tale of Meliboeus.

THE PROLOGUE. "No more of this, for Godde's dignity!" Quoth oure Hoste; "for thou makest me So weary of thy very lewedness, That, all so wisly God my soule bless, Mine eares ache for thy drafty speech.

Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --

Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied -- too...

Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near

If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.

101. Song—Composed in Spring

AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in morning dews. Chorus.—And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that’s in her e’e?

Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty

The sovereign beauty which I do admire, Witness the world how worthy to be praised: The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised; That being now with her huge brightness dazed, Base...

Translation of the Famous Greek War Song, "δεῦτε παῖδεσ τῶν ἑλλήνων."

Sons of the Greeks, arise! The glorious hour's gone forth, And, worthy of such ties, Display who gave us birth. Sons of Greeks! let us go In arms against the foe, Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

208 words

Poetry

The Child's faith is new --

The Child's faith is new -- Whole -- like His Principle -- Wide -- like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes -- Never had a Doubt...

The Beautiful Stranger

I cannot know what country owns thee now, With France's forest lilies on thy brow. When England knew thee thou wert passing fair; I never knew a foreign face so rare. The world of waters rolls and rushes bye, Nor...

Translation From Anacreon. Ode 3

'Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven; Boötes, only, seem'd to roll His Arctic charge around the Pole; While mortals, lost in gentle sleep, Forgot to smile, or ceas'd to weep: At...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

263 words

Poetry

Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast

Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,— This love even, all my worth,...

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

111 words

Poetry

The Happiest Day

The happiest day--the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power!...

Bereavement

How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner, As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner, And drops, to Perfection's remembrance, a tear; When floods of despair...

294. Song—To Mary in Heaven

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid?

To---

well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,-- While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. From Love, or Pity ne'er you fall, By _you_, no mutual Flame is felt, "Tis Vanity,...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

116 words

Poetry

403. The Soldier’s Return: A Ballad

WHEN wild war’s deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where lang I’d been a lodger, My humble knapsack a’ my...

137. Song—Farewell to the Banks of Ayr

THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o’er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor.

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But strove to stir the lifeless...

Holy Sonnet II: As Due By Many Titles I Resign

As due by many titles I resign My self to Thee, O God; first I was made By Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decayed Thy blood bought that, the which before was Thine; I am Thy son,...

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John Donne

112 words