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Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn

Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn

WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,

Young dawn of our eternal day;

We saw Thine eyes break from the East,

And chase the trembling shades away:

We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,

We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.

Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do

To entertain this starry stranger?

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by Richard Crashaw

Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa

Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa

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 brim-fill'd bowls of fierce desire,

By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire;

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by Richard Crashaw

Wishes to His Supposed Mistress

Wishes to His Supposed Mistress

Whoe'er she be,

That not impossible She

That shall command my heart and me:

Where'er she lie,

Locked up from mortal eye

In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth

Of studied fate stand forth,

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by Richard Crashaw

The Recommendation

The Recommendation

These houres, and that which hovers o’re my End,

Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.

Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine

In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.

That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath

To make a kind of Life for my lord’s Death,

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On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

See here an easy feast that knows no wound,

That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;

A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,

What would ye more? Here food itself is fed.

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On the Prodigal

On the Prodigal

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,

Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?

What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?

Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate.

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Upon Ford's Two Tragedies

Upon Ford's Two Tragedies

Love's Sacrifice, and the Broken Heart.

Thou cheat'st us, Ford, mak'st one seem two by art ;

What is love's sacrifice but the broken heart ?

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To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine

To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,

Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,

Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,

And so turns wine to water back again.

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by Richard Crashaw

Euthanasia

Euthanasia

Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile

Age? wouldst see December smile?

Wouldst see nests of new roses grow

In a bed of reverend snow?

Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering

Winter's self into a spring?

In sum wouldst see a man that can

Live to be old, and still a man?

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On the Baptized Ethiopian

On the Baptized Ethiopian

Let it no longer be a forlorn hope

To wash an Ethiop :

He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade

For his white soul is made :

And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove

A black-faced house will love.

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by Richard Crashaw

A Song

A Song

Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace

Sends up my soul to seek thy face.

Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,

I dy in love’s delicious Fire.

O love, I am thy Sacrifice.

Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.

Still shine on me, fair suns! that I

Still may behold, though still I dy.

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On the Water of our Lord's Baptism

On the Water of our Lord's Baptism

Each blest drop on each blest limb,

Is wash't itself, in washing Him :

'Tis a gem while it stays here ;

While it falls hence 'tis a tear.

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by Richard Crashaw