Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Richard Crashaw Poems

1. A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa 1/4/2003
2. A Song 1/1/2004
3. An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife 1/1/2004
4. But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light 1/1/2004
5. Charitas Nimia; Or, The Dear Bargain 4/10/2010
6. Christ Crucified 1/4/2003
7. Divine Epigrams: On The Baptized Ethiopian 1/1/2004
8. Divine Epigrams: On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves 1/1/2004
9. Divine Epigrams: Samson To His Delilah 1/1/2004
10. Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine 1/1/2004
11. Euthanasia 4/10/2010
12. In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord 1/1/2004
13. Music's Duel 4/10/2010
14. On Marriage 4/10/2010
15. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple Of Sacred Poe 1/1/2004
16. On The Baptized Ethiopian 4/10/2010
17. On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves 4/10/2010
18. On The Prodigal 4/10/2010
19. On The Sepulchre Of Our Lord 4/10/2010
20. On The Still Surviving Marks Of Our Saviour's 4/10/2010
21. On The Water Of Our Lord's Baptism 4/10/2010
22. Prayer 1/1/2004
23. Saint Mar Magdelene; Or, The Weeper 4/10/2010
24. Samson To His Delilah 4/10/2010
25. Satan 4/10/2010
26. The Flaming Heart 1/1/2004
27. The Recommendation 1/1/2004
28. The Weeper 1/4/2003
29. The Widow's Mites 4/10/2010
30. To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine 4/10/2010
31. To The Name Above Every Name, The Name Of Jesus 1/1/2004
32. To The Noblest And Best Of Ladies, The Countess Of Denbigh 4/10/2010
33. Two Went Up Into The Temple To Pray 1/1/2004
34. Upon Ford's Two Tragedies 4/10/2010
35. Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa 1/4/2003
36. Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn 1/4/2003
37. Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Richard Crashaw

An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife

TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.

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LO here a little volume, but great Book
A nest of new-born sweets;
Whose native fires disdaining
To ly thus folded, and complaining
Of these ignoble sheets,
Affect more comly bands
(Fair one) from the kind hands
And confidently look
To find the rest

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