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Traditional Illustrations

The orthodox, historical consensus of biblical interpretation.

Key question: “What is the most widely accepted and historically grounded understanding of this text?”

25,889 sermon illustrations through the Traditional lens

Poetry

Love

Why is it said thou canst not live In a youthful breast and fair, Since thou eternal life canst give, Canst bloom for ever there?

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

121 words

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Poetry

Invocation to Misery

Come, be happy!--sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent bride, Mourning in thy robe of pride, Desolation--deified! Come, be happy!--sit near me: Sad as I may seem to thee, I am happier far than thou, Lady, whose imperial brow Is endiademed with woe.

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

296 words

Poetry

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time o' year for Hay. And...

To Hope

When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,...

Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st, In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest, Herein lives wisdom, beauty,...

Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free: Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum...

Sonnet 105: Let not my love be call'd idolatry

Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

Song To Celia - I

Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever.

347. Song—Ye Jacobites by Name

YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear. What is Right, and What is...

Fragment of a Satire on Satire

If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, And racks of subtle torture, if the pains Of shame, of fiery Hell's tempestuous wave, Seen through the caverns of the shadowy grave, Hurling the damned into the murky air While the meek blest sit...

When I Roved a Young Highlander

When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath, And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven of snow!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

440 words

Poetry

E Nihilo Nihil; or an Epigram Bewitched

OF rhymes I printed seven volumes-- The list concludes John Murray's columns: Of these there have been few translations For Gallic or Italian nations; And one or two perhaps in German-- But in this last I can't determine.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

199 words

Poetry

Song To Celia - II

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

Men Are Heaven's Piers

MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, for my wife, the sun...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

171 words

Poetry

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...

285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o’bonie blue. ’Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew, Her...

The Little Girl Found

All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And...

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...

Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt, and will do none

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And...

DamæTas

In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd, In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Vers'd in hypocrisy, while yet a child;...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

100 words

Poetry

A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.

Epitaph for Joseph Blacket, Late Poet and Shoemaker

behold, interred together, The _souls_ of learning and of leather. Poor Joe is gone, but left his _all_: You'll find his relics in a _stall_. His works were neat, and often found Well stitched, and with _morocco_ bound.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Short91 words

Poetry

Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not

Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; Hours that may never be...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

269 words

Poetry

To M---

did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form'd so heavenly fair, _Howe'er_ those orbs _may_ wildly beam, We must...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

174 words