The English Poems of Richard CrashawMethuen, 1901 - 218 pages |
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... sleep in snow . " Another example of his perfection of phrase may be given , to compare with which I can find nothing in Herbert or Vaughan : " The dew no more will sleep Nuzzled in the lilies ' neck . " But it is never or seldom he is ...
... sleep in snow . " Another example of his perfection of phrase may be given , to compare with which I can find nothing in Herbert or Vaughan : " The dew no more will sleep Nuzzled in the lilies ' neck . " But it is never or seldom he is ...
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... sleep Nuzzel'd1 in the lily's neck ; Much rather would it be thy tear , And leave them both to tremble here . VIII Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - weeping tree , 2 Makes Sorrow half so rich As the drops distill'd from ...
... sleep Nuzzel'd1 in the lily's neck ; Much rather would it be thy tear , And leave them both to tremble here . VIII Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - weeping tree , 2 Makes Sorrow half so rich As the drops distill'd from ...
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... tuned harmony . Nor must you think it much T ' obey my bolder touch ; I have authority in Love's name to take you , And to the work of Love this morning wake you . Wake , in the Name Of Him Who never sleeps STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 39.
... tuned harmony . Nor must you think it much T ' obey my bolder touch ; I have authority in Love's name to take you , And to the work of Love this morning wake you . Wake , in the Name Of Him Who never sleeps STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 39.
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Richard Crashaw Edward Hutton. Wake , in the Name Of Him Who never sleeps , all things that are , Or , what's the same , Are musical ; Answer my call And come along ; Help me to meditate mine immortal song . Come , ye soft ministers of ...
Richard Crashaw Edward Hutton. Wake , in the Name Of Him Who never sleeps , all things that are , Or , what's the same , Are musical ; Answer my call And come along ; Help me to meditate mine immortal song . Come , ye soft ministers of ...
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... sleeping ! Happy he who has the art . To awake them , And to take them Home , and lodge them in his heart . O that it were as it was wont to be , When Thy old friends 2 of fire , all full of Thee , Fought against frowns with smiles ...
... sleeping ! Happy he who has the art . To awake them , And to take them Home , and lodge them in his heart . O that it were as it was wont to be , When Thy old friends 2 of fire , all full of Thee , Fought against frowns with smiles ...
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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.