The English Poems of Richard CrashawMethuen, 1901 - 218 pages |
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... his immortality in literature we may say : " If you think " Tis but a dead face Art doth here bequeath , Look on the following leaves , and see him breathe . ” The text of this edition of Crashaw's poems is chiefly INTRODUCTION xix.
... his immortality in literature we may say : " If you think " Tis but a dead face Art doth here bequeath , Look on the following leaves , and see him breathe . ” The text of this edition of Crashaw's poems is chiefly INTRODUCTION xix.
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... face so fair . Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad , sadness so sweet . XI Sadness all the while She sits in such a throne as this , Can do nought but smile , Nor believes she Sadness is : Gladness itself would be more glad ...
... face so fair . Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad , sadness so sweet . XI Sadness all the while She sits in such a throne as this , Can do nought but smile , Nor believes she Sadness is : Gladness itself would be more glad ...
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... face . XVII O sweet contest of woes With loves ; of tears with smiles disputing ! O fair and friendly foes , Each other kissing and confuting ! While rain and sunshine , cheeks and eyes , Close in kind contrarieties . XVIII But can ...
... face . XVII O sweet contest of woes With loves ; of tears with smiles disputing ! O fair and friendly foes , Each other kissing and confuting ! While rain and sunshine , cheeks and eyes , Close in kind contrarieties . XVIII But can ...
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... 'd to some proud face , Or perched upon fear'd diadems : Crown'd heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 1 Entice . 2 Flowers . SANCTA MARIA DOLORUM , OR , THE MOTHER OF SORROWS STEPS TO THE TEMPLE I I.
... 'd to some proud face , Or perched upon fear'd diadems : Crown'd heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 1 Entice . 2 Flowers . SANCTA MARIA DOLORUM , OR , THE MOTHER OF SORROWS STEPS TO THE TEMPLE I I.
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... Face run sadly down . The Antiphon Christ when He died Deceived the Cross ; And on Death's side Threw all the loss . The captive World awaked and found The prisoners loose , the jailer bound . The Versicle Lo , we adore Thee , Dread ...
... Face run sadly down . The Antiphon Christ when He died Deceived the Cross ; And on Death's side Threw all the loss . The captive World awaked and found The prisoners loose , the jailer bound . The Versicle Lo , we adore Thee , Dread ...
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Antiphon arms beams birth Blessed Lord blest blood blush bosom breast breath bright brow chaste cheeks Chorus COUNTESS OF DENBIGH crown cruel dares dark dart dear Death doth E. V. Lucas e'er Earth eternal face Faith fear fire flames fruit GEORGE HERBERT PALMER glories glorious grace hand hath head heart Heaven Heliodorus Hell Holy hopes humble HYMN joys King kiss light lips Little Gidding look Love's LOVE'S SACRifice mighty morning mother murmurs Muse ne'er nest NICHOLAS FERRAR Night o'er Peterhouse poem poor Prayer precious proud Queen Responsory rich RICHARD CRASHAW rise rosy seraphim shade shine sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul Spring stars Stephen Gwynn sweet tears thee thine eyes things thou art Thou hast Thy Cross thy fair thyself twixt unto Versicle vex'd virgin W. M. THACKERAY wake wanton weep wings woes Wouldst wounds
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Page 100 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires ! By all thy dower of lights and fires ; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day...
Page 141 - And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
Page 120 - THE TEMPLE TO PRAY.' Two went to pray? O, rather say, One went to brag, the other to pray; One stands up close and treads on high, Where the other dares not lend his eye; One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 29 - Tityrus, where th' hast been, Tell him, Thyrsis, what th' hast seen. Tityrus. Gloomy night embraced the place Where the noble infant lay: The babe looked up, and showed his face: In spite of darkness it was day. It was thy day, sweet, and did rise, Not from the east but from thine eyes.
Page 100 - Heaven thou hast in Him (Fair sister of the seraphim !) By all of Him we have in thee ; Leave nothing of myself in me. Let me so read thy life, that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Page x - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits sorrow with a face so fair; Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.
Page 144 - Life, that dares send A challenge to his end. And when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend !" Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.
Page 93 - Loves his death, and dies again. And would for ever so be slain; And lives, and dies, and knows not why To live, but that he thus may never leave to die!
Page 97 - Make not too much haste to admire That fair-cheek'd fallacy of fire. That is a seraphim, they say, And this the great Teresia. Readers, be ruled by me ; and make Here a well-placed and wise mistake ; You must transpose the picture quite, And spell it wrong to read it right ; Read him for her, and her for him, And call the saint the seraphim.
Page 138 - Still keeping in the forward stream so long, Till a sweet whirlwind (striving to get out) Heaves her soft bosom, wanders round about, And makes a pretty earthquake in her breast, Till the fledged notes at length forsake their nest.