Richard Crashaw Poems (29 Poems)
Music’s Duel (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Now westward Sol had spent the richest beamsOf noon’s high glory, when, hard by the streamsOf Tiber, on the scene of a green plat,Under protection of an oak, there satA sweet lute’s master : in whose gentle airsHe lost the … Continue reading
Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Lord, what is man? why should he cost TheeSo dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-boughtSo much a thing of naught? Love is too kind, I see, and canMake but a simple merchant-man.‘Twas … Continue reading
An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together (Richard Crashaw Poems)
TO these whom death again did wedThis grave ‘s the second marriage-bed.For though the hand of Fate could force‘Twixt soul and body a divorce,It could not sever man and wife,Because they both lived but one life.Peace, good reader, do not … Continue reading
Euthanasia (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguileAge? wouldst see December smile?Wouldst see nests of new roses growIn a bed of reverend snow?Warm thoughts, free spirits, flatteringWinter’s self into a spring?In sum wouldst see a man that canLive to be old, … Continue reading
On the Baptized Ethiopian (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Let it no longer be a forlorn hopeTo wash an Ethiop :He’s wash’d, his gloomy skin a peaceful shadeFor his white soul is made :And now, I doubt not, the Eternal DoveA black-faced house will love. (Richard Crashaw)
On the Prodigal (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?Are husks so dear ? troth ’tis a mighty rate. (Richard Crashaw)
On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves (Richard Crashaw Poems)
See here an easy feast that knows no wound,That under hunger’s teeth will needs be sound;A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,What would ye more? Here food itself is fed. (Richard Crashaw)
On Marriage (Richard Crashaw Poems)
I would be married, but I’d have no wife ;I would be married to a single life. (Richard Crashaw)
On the Sepulchre of our Lord (Richard Crashaw Poems)
Here, where our Lord once laid his Head,Now the grave lies buried. (Richard Crashaw)
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We’ll now appeal to none of all Those thy old soldiers, great and tall, Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down With strong arms their … Continue reading
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