Richard Crashaw (1612 - 1649 / England)
Poems of Richard Crashaw
|21.||On the still surviving Marks of our Saviour's||4/10/2010|
|22.||On the Water of our Lord's Baptism||4/10/2010|
|24.||Saint Mar Magdelene; or, The Weeper||4/10/2010|
|25.||Samson to his Delilah||4/10/2010|
|27.||The Flaming Heart||1/1/2004|
|30.||The Widow's Mites||4/10/2010|
|31.||To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine||4/10/2010|
|32.||To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus||1/1/2004|
|33.||To the Noblest and Best of Ladies, the Countess of Denbigh||4/10/2010|
|34.||Two Went up into the Temple to Pray||1/1/2004|
|35.||Upon Ford's Two Tragedies||4/10/2010|
|36.||Upon the Book and Picture of the Seraphical Saint Teresa||1/4/2003|
|37.||Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn||1/4/2003|
|38.||Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress||1/13/2003|
THY restless feet now cannot go
For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
They swim, alas! in their own flood?
Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!