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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

Farmer's Boy

He waits all day beside his little flock And asks the passing stranger what's o'clock, But those who often pass his daily tasks Look at their watch and tell before he asks.

Universal

John Clare

107 words

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Poetry

An Angel in the House

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on...

Universal

Leigh Hunt

104 words

Poetry

My Prayers Must Meet a Brazen Heaven

My prayers must meet a brazen heaven And fail and scatter all away. Unclean and seeming unforgiven My prayers I scarcely call to pray. I...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short88 words

Poetry

Peace

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere.

I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair

I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny seemed to pass. I dreamed...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

237 words

Poetry

Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon

How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heav'nly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although...

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open...

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

100 words

Poetry

To Time

on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or drive us on to die-- Hail thou!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

267 words

Poetry

Sonnet: Political Greatness

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame; Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts, History is but the shadow of their shame, Art...

To Night

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, 'Which make thee terrible and dear,-- Swift be thy flight! Wrap...

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.

Answer to a Beautiful Poem, Written by Montgomery, Author of "the Wanderer of Switzerland," Etc., Entitled "the Common Lot."

Montgomery! true, the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave; Yet some shall never be forgot, Some shall exist beyond the grave. "Unknown the region of his birth," The hero rolls the tide of war; Yet not unknown his...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

276 words

Poetry

To the Nile

Month after month the gathered rains descend Drenching yon secret Aethiopian dells, And from the desert's ice-girt pinnacles Where Frost and Heat in strange embraces blend On Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend.

Written After Swimming From Sestos to Abydos

If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont! If, when the wintry tempest roared, He sped to Hero, nothing loth, And thus of...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

132 words

Poetry

Sonnet 141: In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.

540. Inscription to Chloris

’TIS Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu, (A world ’gainst Peace in constant arms) To join the Friendly Few.

Prayer for Children

Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan's reign?

Epistle to Mrs Teresa Blount. on Her Leaving the Town After the Coronation.

As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care Drags from the town to wholesome country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she...

Aristomenes

Canto First. The Gods of old are silent on the shore. Since the great Pan expired, and through the roar Of the Ionian waters broke a dread Voice which proclaimed "the Mighty Pan is dead." How much died with him!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words

Poetry

Farewell to the Muse

Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays, The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

364 words

Poetry

The Happy Life of a Country Parson.

IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS.

Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow

To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could not strike A line more circular and like; Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow. So equal as this Hill does bow.

Longings for Home.

O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

Universal

Walt Whitman

404 words