CRASHAW'S ENGLISH POEMS.

Feels Music's pulse in all her arteries;
Caught in a net, which there Apollo spreads,
His fingers struggle with the vocal threads.
Following those little rills, he sinks into

A sea of Helicon; his hand does go

Those parts of sweetness which with nectar drop,

Softer than that which pants in Hebe's cup.

MUSIC'S DUEL, ll. 120—126.

37-87

English Poems.

e

Richard Crashaw.

EDITED, WITH INTRODUCTIONS, ETC., BY

J. R. TUTIN.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

"THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES," AND

"STEPS TO THE TEMPLE."

PUBLISHED BY THE EDITOR AT

GREAT FENCOTE, NEAR BEDALE, YORKS.

1900.

500 Copies printed,

No...

Contents.

INTRODUCTION (Editorial, and Guide to the Study of

Crashaw)

ORIGINAL TITLE-PAGES

PAGE

ix

xxiii, xxiv

THE PREFACE TO THE READER (by the Original Editor)

"THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES."

MUSIC'S DUEL

TO THE MORNING

LON A FOUL MORNING

WISHES TO HIS (SUPPOSED) MISTRESS

LOVE'S HOROSCOPE

UPON THE DEATH OF A GENTLEMAN

UPON THE DEATH OF MR. HERRYS

UPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST DESIRED MR. HERRYS -

ANOTHER

HIS EPITAPH -

AN EPITAPH UPON DOCTOR BROOK

AN EPITAPH UPON MR. ASHTON, A CONFORMABLE

CITIZEN

TO THE QUEEN AN APOLOGY

TO THE QUEEN: UPON HER NUMEROUS PROGENY

31

UPON TWO GREEN APRICOTS SENT TO COWLEY BY SIR

CRASHAW

38

UPON BISHOP Andrews's PICTURE BEFORE HIS SERMONS

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