The English Poems of Richard CrashawMethuen, 1901 - 218 pages |
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Page xvii
... sure Your down so warm , will pass for pure ? No , no , your King's not yet to seek Where to repose His royal head ; See , see , how soon His new - bloom'd cheek " Twixt's Mother's breasts is gone to bed . Sweet choice , said we , no ...
... sure Your down so warm , will pass for pure ? No , no , your King's not yet to seek Where to repose His royal head ; See , see , how soon His new - bloom'd cheek " Twixt's Mother's breasts is gone to bed . Sweet choice , said we , no ...
Page xix
... sure of a delightful surprise in a few lines if one will only have the patience to read on . And withal , there are few men in all literature more lovable . It is the effect , I think , of his sincerity . To him the Virgin is a lady of ...
... sure of a delightful surprise in a few lines if one will only have the patience to read on . And withal , there are few men in all literature more lovable . It is the effect , I think , of his sincerity . To him the Virgin is a lady of ...
Page 11
... sure the sluttish earth Your sweetness cannot taste , Nor does the dust deserve your birth . Sweet , whither haste you then ? O say Why you trip so fast away ? XXXII We go not to seek The darlings of Aurora's bed , The rose's modest ...
... sure the sluttish earth Your sweetness cannot taste , Nor does the dust deserve your birth . Sweet , whither haste you then ? O say Why you trip so fast away ? XXXII We go not to seek The darlings of Aurora's bed , The rose's modest ...
Page 12
... Sure even from you ( My flints ) 2 some drops are due , To see so many unkind swords contest So fast for one soft breast : While with a faithful , mutual flood , Her eyes bleed tears , His wounds weep blood . 1 The Cross . 2 His own ...
... Sure even from you ( My flints ) 2 some drops are due , To see so many unkind swords contest So fast for one soft breast : While with a faithful , mutual flood , Her eyes bleed tears , His wounds weep blood . 1 The Cross . 2 His own ...
Page 15
... her . Could X Rich queen , lend some relief ;, At least an alms of grief , To a heart who , by sad right of sin prove the whole sum ( too sure ) due to him . By all those stings Of Love , sweet - bitter 2 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 15.
... her . Could X Rich queen , lend some relief ;, At least an alms of grief , To a heart who , by sad right of sin prove the whole sum ( too sure ) due to him . By all those stings Of Love , sweet - bitter 2 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 15.
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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.