Poems of Richard Crashawprivate circulation, 1887 - 85 pages |
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... soft wing wiped from the brows of men Day's sweat ; and by a gentle tyranny And sweet oppression , kindly cheating them Of all their cares , tamed the rebellious eye Of Sorrow , with a soft and downy hand , Sealing all breasts in a ...
... soft wing wiped from the brows of men Day's sweat ; and by a gentle tyranny And sweet oppression , kindly cheating them Of all their cares , tamed the rebellious eye Of Sorrow , with a soft and downy hand , Sealing all breasts in a ...
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... soft and slow , Come hovering o'er the place's head ; Offering their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair Infant's bed : Forbear , said I ; be not too bold , Your fleece is white , but ' tis too cold , Chorus . - Forbear , said I ...
... soft and slow , Come hovering o'er the place's head ; Offering their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair Infant's bed : Forbear , said I ; be not too bold , Your fleece is white , but ' tis too cold , Chorus . - Forbear , said I ...
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... bring the first - born of her flowers 105 To kiss Thy feet , and crown Thy head . To Thee , dread Lamb ! Whose love must keep The shepherds , more than they the sheep . To Thee , meek Majesty ! soft King Of simple 14 Sacred Poems .
... bring the first - born of her flowers 105 To kiss Thy feet , and crown Thy head . To Thee , dread Lamb ! Whose love must keep The shepherds , more than they the sheep . To Thee , meek Majesty ! soft King Of simple 14 Sacred Poems .
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Richard Crashaw John Ramsden Tutin. To Thee , meek Majesty ! soft King Of simple Graces and sweet Loves : Each of us his lamb will bring , Each his pair of silver doves : Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes , Ourselves become our ...
Richard Crashaw John Ramsden Tutin. To Thee , meek Majesty ! soft King Of simple Graces and sweet Loves : Each of us his lamb will bring , Each his pair of silver doves : Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes , Ourselves become our ...
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... soft ministers of sweet sad mirth , Bring all your household - stuff of Heaven on earth ; O you , my Soul's most certain wings , Complaining pipes , and prattling strings , C 60 Bring all the store Of sweets you have ; and To the Name ...
... soft ministers of sweet sad mirth , Bring all your household - stuff of Heaven on earth ; O you , my Soul's most certain wings , Complaining pipes , and prattling strings , C 60 Bring all the store Of sweets you have ; and To the Name ...
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Aaron Hill ABRAHAM COWLEY beams blest blood blush breast breath bright brow Cæsar's cheeks Christe Crashaw cruel dares David Gray Death Death's Lecture didst dost doth Dr Grosart Earth England's Antiphon EPIGRAMS Epitaph face fair eyes fine madness fire flames flowers fountain glories golden hand HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath heart Heaven Hell's hopeful song hopes hovers o'er Hymn joys King kiss Lessius's Rule light lines Lives of Sacred look Lord Love Love's LOVE'S SACRIFICE lute Mistress Morn Morpheus murmurs Muse Music's Duel nest Night Peace Pembroke College poem poor Praise of Lessius's precious proud radiant Reader RICHARD CRASHAW rise Sacred Poets saw Thee sing sleep smile soft soft powers song Sorrow SOSPETTO D'HERODE soul stanza stars stream strings sweet sweetly thine eyes thou thy disease thy fair thyself translation trembling veni wanton warm weep Whate'er Willmott wings Wouldst ΙΟ
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Page 46 - From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...
Page 35 - 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, And by thy thirsts of love more large than they; By all thy...
Page 30 - Scarce has she learnt to lisp the name Of martyr; yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so brave a death.
Page 6 - Poor World, said I, what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger? Contend, the powers of heaven and earth.
Page 40 - A certain man had two sons : and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me.
Page 47 - Wing'd with their own wild echoes, prattling fly. She opes the flood-gate, and lets loose a tide Of streaming sweetness, which in state doth ride On the...
Page 53 - From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by th' absence of the day. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes say 'Welcome, friend!
Page 5 - 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 35 - 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 33 - Shall all at last die into one, And melt thy soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense, hasted By too hot a fire, and wasted Into perfuming clouds, so fast Shalt thou exhale to...