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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

193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit

WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat’ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus you fly?

Universal

Robert Burns

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Poetry

Epilogue

THERE'S something in a stupid ass, And something in a heavy dunce; But never since I went to school I heard or saw so damned a fool As William Wordsworth is for once.

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

Whispers of Heavenly Death.

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear; Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing; (Or is it the plashing of tears?

Sonnet 40 - Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!

I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. I have heard love talked in my early youth, And since, not so long back but that the flowers Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

104 words

Poetry

Woods in Winter

When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

149 words

Poetry

On Leaving London for Wales

Hail to thee, Cambria!

Musicians wrestle everywhere

Musicians wrestle everywhere -- All day -- among the crowded air I hear the silver strife -- And -- walking -- long before the morn...

A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter's cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight.

The Conqueror Worm

'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres.

The Spectral Horseman

What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear As it sate on the ruins of time that is past? it floats on the fitful blast of the wind, And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh.

Verses Found in a Summer-House at Hales-Owen

When Dryden's fool, "unknowing what he sought," His hours in whistling spent, "for want of thought," This guiltless oaf his vacancy of sense Supplied, and amply too, by innocence: Did modern swains, possessed of Cymon's powers, In Cymon's manner waste...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short80 words

Poetry

264. Song—On a Bank of Flowers

ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wand’ring thro’ the wood, Who for her favour oft had sued; He gaz’d, he wish’d...

Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think

The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I,...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

115 words

Poetry

The Skylark

Above the russet clods the corn is seen Sprouting its spiry points of tender green, Where squats the hare, to terrors wide awake, Like some brown clod the harrows failed to break.

Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse

is it She, which on the other shore Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore, Laments and mourns in Germany and here? Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year? Is she self-truth and errs? now new, now outwore?

Unfolded Out of the Folds.

UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded; Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth; Unfolded out of the...

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition mild -- In Forest --...

Let such pure hate still underprop

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers." Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience, And have our sympathy Mainly from thence.

An Ode to the Framers of the Frame Bill

OH well done Lord E---- n! and better done R----r!

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

264 words

Poetry

Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse.

Oh! Weep for Those

weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; Mourn--where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell! And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short84 words

Poetry

Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so...

247. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive

DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour’d years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse? STROPHE View the wither’d Beldam’s face; Can thy keen inspection trace...

Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere!

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William Shakespeare

Short98 words