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Samson to his Delilah

Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?

When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.

by Richard Crashaw

A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa

Love, thou are absolute sole lord

Of life and death. To prove the word,

We'll now appeal to none of all

Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,

Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down

With strong arms their triumphant crown;

Such as could with lusty breath

Speak loud into the face of death

by Richard Crashaw

Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain

Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee

So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?

Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought

So much a thing of naught?

Love is too kind, I see, and can

Make but a simple merchant-man.

'Twas for such sorry merchandise

Bold painters have put out his eyes.

by Richard Crashaw

Christ Crucified

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!

by Richard Crashaw

Saint Mar Magdelene; or, The Weeper

Hail, sister springs,

Parents of silver-footed rills!

Ever bubbling things,

Thawing crystal, snowy hills!

Still spending, never spent; I mean

Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene.

Heavens thy fair eyes be;

Heavens of ever-falling stars;

by Richard Crashaw

To the Noblest and Best of Ladies, the Countess of Denbigh

Persuading her to resolution in religion, and toRender herself without further delay into the Communion of the Catholic Church

What Heaven-entreated heart is this,

Stands trembling at the gate of bliss?

Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture

Fairly to open it, and enter;

Whose definition is a doubt

'Twixt life and death, 'twixt in and out.

Say, lingering fair, why comes the birth

by Richard Crashaw

In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God : A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds

COME, we shepherds whose blest sight

Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ;

Come lift up our loftier song,

And wake the sun that lies too long.

To all our world of well-stol'n joy

He slept, and dreamt of no such thing,

While we found out Heaven's fairer eye,

And kissed the cradle of our King ;

by 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.

by Richard Crashaw

The Flaming Heart

Well meaning readers! you that come as freinds

And catch the pretious name this piece pretends;

Make not too much hast to’ admire

That fair-cheek’t fallacy of fire.

That is a Seraphim, they say

And this the great Teresia.

Readers, be rul’d by me; and make

Here a well-plac’t and wise mistake.

by Richard Crashaw