Richard Crashaw
Who is Richard Crashaw
Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) was an English poet, teacher, High Church Anglican cleric and Roman Catholic convert, who was one of the major metaphysical poets in 17th-century English literature.
Crashaw was the son of a famous Anglican divine with Puritan beliefs who earned a reputation as a hard-hitting pamphleteer and polemicist against Catholicism. After his father's death, Crashaw was educated at Charterhouse School and Pembroke College, Cambridge. After taking a degree, Crashaw taught as a fellow at Peterhouse, Cambridge and began to publish religious poetry that expressed a distinct mystical nature and an ardent Christian faith.
Crashaw was ordained as a clergyman in the Church of England and in his theology and practice embraced the High Church re...
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Richard Crashaw Poems
- Music's Duel
Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams
Of noon's high glory, when, hard by the streams
Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat,
Under protection of an oak, there sat
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- In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord
CHORUS
Come we shepherds whose blest sight
Hath met love's noon in nature's night;
Come lift we up our loftier song
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- To The Name Above Every Name, The Name Of Jesus
I sing the Name which None can say
But touchâ??t with An interiour Ray:
The Name of our New Peace; our Good:
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood:
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- 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:
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- 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;
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- Lectionaryart: 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.
--richard crashaw
- Dictatorpope: thus spake satan.
richard crashaw wrote:
"with all the powers my poor soul hath
of humble love and loyal faith
thus low, my god, i bow to thee,
whom too much love bowed lower for me."
- Jeremiahshane69: but men loved darkness rather than light
the world's light shines, shine as it will,
the world will love its darkness still.
i doubt though when the world's in hell,
it will not love its darkness half so well.
by richard crashaw
- Lectionaryart: thou water turn’st to wine, fair friend of life,
thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
and so turns wine to water back again.
--richard crashaw
- Davidw333: "live ever bread of loves, and be my life, my soul, my surer self to me." richard crashaw
love will overcome all. love does overcome all distractive activities.
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