Attic Sermon Illustrations

Attic Sermon Illustrations

In the Poet's Corner in the New York Times, I read this:

I saw the attic
Was dunned by grime,
And, windows blurred,
Was stunned by Time.
A broken  clock,
Without its hands,
Had run out
Of all demands.
Cluttered,  cobwebbed
Were auditing
Old regrets. I saw a photo
Whose eyes of  trust
Were feuding with
Silt and dust.
From  that stranger
Who had my name
I stepped downstairs
To what I became.—Louis Ginsberg

It was Samuel Butler who also wrote about an attic in "A Psalm of Montreal" —in these words:

Stored away in a Montreal lumber room
The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall;
Dusty, cobweb-covered, maimed and set at naught,
Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth.
O God! O Montreal!

And Milton used the word "attic" in this verse:

The olive grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement,  where the attic bird
Trills  her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

And Jean Baptiste Moliere wrote: "It is seasoned throughout with attic salt."

And Isaac Hill Bromley wrote:

Bring me honey of Hynettus, bring me
stores of attic salt; I am weary of the commonplace.
These dinner speeches tire me;
They are tedious, flat, and stale.

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