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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?”

24,095 sermon illustrations through the Roman Catholic lens

Poetry

Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

Universal

William Shakespeare

113 words

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Poetry

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn'

BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled-lived in regions new? Yes, and...

Universal

John Keats

191 words

Poetry

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...

To the Moonbeam

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, To bathe this burning brow. Moonbeam, why art thou so pale, As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale, Where humble wild-flowers grow? Is it to mimic me?

Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule-- From a wild weird clime that...

Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.

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Robert Louis Stevenson

110 words

Poetry

Egotism. a Letter to J. T. Becher

If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow, (Though much _I_ hope she will _postpone_ it,) I've held a share _Joy_ and _Sorrow_, Enough for _Ten_; and _here_ I _own_ it.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

382 words

Poetry

On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet

CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere,...

The Laboratory (Ancien Regime)

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy-- Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

Ballad. to the Tune of "Salley in Our Alley."

OF all the twice ten thousand bards That ever penned a canto, Whom Pudding or whom Praise rewards For lining a portmanteau; Of all the poets ever known, From Grub-street to Fop's Alley, The Muse may boast--the World must own There's none like pretty Gally!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

332 words

Poetry

An Occasional Prologue,

Since the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the stage; Since taste has now expung'd licentious wit, Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ; Since, now, to please with purer scenes we seek, Nor dare...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

236 words

Poetry

An Exhortation

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they, Would they ever change their hue As the light...

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...

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...

Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is

If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen of a former child!

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...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

160 words

Poetry

On Parting

The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see: The tear that from thine eyelid...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

120 words

Poetry

The Little Vagabond

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm. Besides, I can tell where I am used well; The poor parsons with wind like a blown bladder swell.

Stanzas for Music

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name, There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame: But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

174 words

Poetry

Sonnet

FROM THE ITALIAN OF CAVALCANTI. GUIDO CAVALCANTI TO DANTE ALIGHIERI: Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find: It grieves me that thy mild and gentle mind Those ample virtues which it did inherit Has lost.

Fragment of the Elegy on the Death of Adonis

PROM THE GREEK OF BION. I mourn Adonis dead--loveliest Adonis-- Dead, dead Adonis--and the Loves lament. Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof-- Wake violet-stoled queen, and weave the crown Of Death,--'tis Misery calls,--for he is dead.

I watched the Moon around the House

I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane -- She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest -- And there upon...

To Thomas Moore

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

128 words