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.

(C) Richard Crashaw
03/11/2017


Best Poems of Richard Crashaw

• Out Of Catallus
• Satan
• Prayer
• The Flaming Heart Upon The Book And Picture Of Saint Teresa
• A Song
• But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light
• An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife
• On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves
• Divine Epigrams: On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves
• Saint Mar Magdelene; Or, The Weeper
• Divine Epigrams: Samson To His Delilah
• Wishes To His (supposed) Mistress
• Verses From The Shepherds Hymn
• The Weeper
• A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa
• On Mr. G. Herberts Book
• On Marriage
• Christ Crucified