Poems by Richard Crashaw
Out of Catullus
... Weel confound the reckoning quite, ...
On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple : Sacred Poems
... These white plumes of His He'll lend you, ...
Saint Mar Magdelene; or, The Weeper
... That digged these wells and dressed this vine ...
Satan
... That Glory's self should serve our griefs and fears: ...
On the Sepulchre of our Lord
... Here, where our Lord once laid his Head, ...
Samson to his Delilah
... When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes ...
To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine
... Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife, ...
On Marriage
... I would be married, but I'd have no wife ...
Music's Duel
... Doth tune the spheres, and make heaven's self look higher ...
In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God : A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds
... THYRSIS. Proud world, said I, cease your contest, ...
On the Prodigal
... Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad, ...
On the Baptized Ethiopian
... He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade ...
The Widow's Mites
... Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand : ...
An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together
... For though the hand of Fate could force ...
Divine Epigrams: Samson to his Delilah
... When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes ...
