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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

Hymn of Pan

From the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings.

Universal

Percy Bysshe Shelley

197 words

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Poetry

115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James’s Lodge, Tarbolton

a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten’d few, Companions of my social joy; Tho’ I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing Fortune’s slidd’ry ba’; With melting heart, and brimful eye, I’ll mind you still, tho’ far awa.

Universal

Robert Burns

187 words

Poetry

Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach...

Stanzas Written on the Road between Florence and Pisa

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story-- The days of our Youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. What...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

148 words

Poetry

Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this...

Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented?

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Short94 words

Poetry

The Valley Of Unrest

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all...

Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did make

Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languish'd for her sake: But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue...

Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining?

Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O!

I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --

I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in her voice Convicted me --...

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 Stranger

When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? No, rather smile away despair; For those have been more sad than I, With burthens more than I could bear; Aye, gone rejoicing under care Where I had sunk in black despair.

Spring and Winter i

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo!--O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!

Epistle to a Friend,

banish care"--such ever be The motto of _thy_ revelry!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

319 words

Poetry

And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair

And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so rare, Too soon returned to...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

437 words

Poetry

Eldorado

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old-- This knight so bold-- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot...

Sonnet 48: How careful was I when I took my way

How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

Dirge for the Year

Orphan Hours, the Year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep! Merry Hours, smile instead, For the Year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping.

Ashes of Soldiers.

As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes—again to my sense your shapes, And again the advance of armies.

Stanzas to a Lady, With the Poems of CamoëNs

This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize; It sings of Love's enchanting dream, A theme we never can despise. Who blames it but the envious fool, The old and disappointed maid? Or pupil of...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

106 words

Poetry

Songs From Pippa Passes

Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.

Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!

When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness -- Blush, my unacknowledged clay -- Seven years of troth have taught thee More than Wifehood every may!

Universal

Emily Dickinson

100 words