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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.
aliterarybot: Could not once blinding me, cruell, suffice?
When first I look't on thee, I lost mine eyes.
—Richard Crashaw, 'Sampson to his Dalilah'
november_prayer: *crashaw, richard crashaw, screw autocorrect
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
hieromonachos: Iron forgets ’tis iron;
the chains dissemble too;
Nor has the prison, doors
for Peter now.
Free truly is that pris’ner
who by the prison’s freed,
Whom chains themselves unbind,
free is indeed. —Richard Crashaw
early_scores: Richard Crashaw’s poem “A Song of Divine Love” (Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace). 17th c. anon. musical setting from Oxford, MS Don.c.57, ff.35v.
BruleChevalier: POWER OF LOVE
Tis not the work of force, but skill,
To find the way into man’s will.
’Tis love alone can hearts unlock ;
Who knows the word, he need not knock.
Rev. Richard Crashaw.
plastic_bio: Where’er she lie,Locked up from mortal eye,In shady leaves of destiny.
- Richard Crashaw
BruleChevalier: POWER OF LOVE
Tis not the work of force, but skill,
To find the way into man’s will.
’Tis love alone can hearts unlock ;
Who knows the word, he need not knock.
Rev. Richard Crashaw.
KennyStetler: Stumbled across this 17th c. poem in a old collection of Yuletide poem. It by written by Richard Crashaw, it’s about impossible to find it’s full text online, so, instead of linking to it, here’s the portion that was meaningful to me.
KennyStetler: That the unblemished Lamb, blessed for ever.
Should take the mark of sin, and painful sense.
These are the knotty Riddles, whose darke doubt
Intangles his lost Thoughts, past getting out.
Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
kghimire1: 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.
~Richard Crashaw
Plough: Gloomy night embraced the place
Where the Noble Infant lay;
The Babe looked up and showed his face,
In spite of darkness, it was day.
It was thy day, Sweet! and did rise
Not from the east, but from thine eyes.
Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
tcbeaton: "Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." ~ Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth
Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth."
Richard Crashaw
tcbeaton: "Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." ~ Richard Crashaw
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leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
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SJPickering: "Come we shepherds whose blest sight
Have met Loves noon in Natures night"
Richard Crashaw
An Hymne of the Nativity
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
aboredlittleboy: richard crashaw, what a life
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
thepalmerworm: That was another poem by Richard Crashaw (1612-1649).
FrcoAnto: Of all thy watry Eloquence;
Weep then, onely be exprest
Thus much, He's Dead, and Weep the rest."
Richard Crashaw
Morganeatspoems: I choked on my lunch because I was fangirling with Kieron Moore over Richard Crashaw.
I don’t think you understand how infinitesimally niche that audience is.
spinnenweber_kt: Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th’ other to pray:
One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th’ other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God’s altar trod,
The other to the altar’s God.
Richard Crashaw
isidro_li: Where triumphant darknesse hovers
With a sable wing, that covers
Brooding Horror. Come, thou Death,
Let the damps of thy dull breath
Over-shadow even that shade,
And make Darknes' selfe afraid;
There my feet, even there, shall find
Way for a resolved mind.
— Richard Crashaw
CatholicPods: Here's a reading of Richard Crashaw's "Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable St. Teresa". Crashaw was an Anglican priest who converted to Catholicism and died at the Holy House of Loreto.
Love, thou art absolute sole lord
Of life and death...
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
SamBuntz: “For in Love’s field was never found,
A nobler weapon than a wound.”
- Richard Crashaw, from his poem “The Flaming Heart” about St Teresa de Avila
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
CatholicPods: Any Catholic out there I could interview about Richard Crashaw?
CatholicPods: If anyone wants to join in, my poetry discussion Zoom group is reading two Richard Crashaw poems for the Aug. 28 meeting -
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable St. Teresa
Music's Duel
DM me for details.
TwistToShout: 0 Richard Crashaw -
Love, thou art absolute, sole lord
O life and death. to prove the word,
Well now appeal to none of all
Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,
Ripe men of martdom, that could reaach down
With strong arms their triumphant crown;
Such as could with lusty breath
DianeMehta: "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." Richard Crashaw
Columba_1: So I may gain thy death, my life I'll give;
My life's thy death and in thy death I'll live;
Or else, my life, I'll hide thee in his grave,
By three days' loss eternally to save.
- Richard Crashaw
DrTBaban: From today's read:
"Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
...Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
An Hundred, and a Thousand more... " Out of Catullus - RICHARD CRASHAW
tmansinho: O my Savior, make me see
How dearly thou hast paid for me.
Richard Crashaw
3_erinyes: "then let loving kisses dwell,
on our lips, begin and tell.
give me a thousand kisses,
then a thousand more."
(catallus, poem 5 | eng translation by richard crashaw)
DSunman: Richard Crashaw (1613–1649)
Jesus, by your wounded feet,
Direct our path aright:
Jesus, by your nailed hands,
Move ours to deeds of love:
Jesus, by your pierced side,
Cleanse our desires:
Jesus, by your crown of thorns,
Annihilate our pride:
Jesus, by your silence,
scottlcowley: WEEKLY PRAYER
Richard Crashaw (1613–1649)
Jesus, by your wounded feet,
Direct our path aright:
Jesus, by your nailed hands,
Move ours to deeds of love:
Jesus, by your pierced side,
Cleanse our desires:
Jesus, by your crown of thorns,
Annihilate our pride:
Jesus, by your silence..
PapistPoet: "The Hymn of Saint Thomas in Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament"
by Richard Crashaw
Ecce panis angelorum, adoro te.
With all the powers my poor heart hath
Of humble love and loyal faith,
Thus low (my hidden life!) I bow to thee
Whom too much love hath bow'd more low for me.
plastic_bio: A happy soul, that all the wayTo heaven hath a summer’s day.
- Richard Crashaw
PhilDocCenter: Alchemy and the Transformation of Matter in Richard Crashaw’s Poetry (1612-1649)
aliterarybot: The rush of Death's unruly wave,
Swept him off into his Grave.
—Richard Crashaw, 'His Epitaph'
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
RecessionCone: Mack Wilberg set this metaphysical poetry (Richard Crashaw) to music in 2008 and MoTab performed it using the Community of Christ's temple in Independence as cover art.
DarnayJesse: For in love’s field was never found,
A nobler weapon than a wound.
Love’s passives, are his activ’st part,
The wounded is the wounding-heart.
—Richard Crashaw (1612-1649)
MollyBoot1: — Richard Crashaw, ‘Lo, the full, final sacrifice’ (v.2)
books_in_pants: New Perspectives on the Life and Art of Richard Crashaw in your pants
isidro_li: But Thou giv’st leave, dread Lord, that we
Take shelter from Thyself in Thee;
And with the wings of thine own dove
Fly to thy sceptre of soft love.
— Richard Crashaw
BSharan_6: Richard Crashaw the poet has described Jesus' first miracle as such, 'The conscious water saw its Master and blushed.'
Wow!!
spernerevulgus: Welcome, all Wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span.
Summer to winter, day in night,
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth.
Richard Crashaw
orapronobisdeum: O strange, mysterious strife
Of open Death and hidden Life!
When on the cross my King did bleed,
Life seem'd to die, Death died indeed.
- Richard Crashaw
Adamson_CW: Before her Eyes
Her's and the whole World's joyes,
Hanging all torn she sees; and in his woes
And Pains, her pangs and throes.
Each wound of his, from every part,
All, more at home in her own heart.
- Richard Crashaw
DianeMehta: 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.
Richard Crashaw, But Men Loved Darkness rather than Light.
faeriesxn: live here, great heart, and love and die and kill,
and bleed and wound, and yield and conquer still.
- the flaming heart (richard crashaw)
annacademic: I'm watching Outlander for the first time through and at four lines of a Scottish-sounding poem I went.... that sure sounds like Catullus. Turns out it's Richard Crashaw's "Out of Catullus."
faeriesxn: o heart, the equal poise of love’s both parts,
big alike with wounds and darts,
live in these conquering leaves; live all the same,
and walk through all tongues one triumphant flame;
- the flaming heart (richard crashaw)
ZendejasZaira: Richard Crashaw’s
FrBordelon: “Lo the faint LAMB, with weary limb / Bears that huge tree which must bear him.” -Richard Crashaw
sinden: To thee thou day of night! thou East of West!
Lo, we at last have found the way
To thee, the world’s great universal East,
The general and indifferent day.
—Richard Crashaw, from "A Hymn for the Epiphany," 1646
chris_ryates: Richard Crashaw, “New Year’s Day”
yhthnh: "Welcome all wonders in one sight! / Eternity shut in a span, / Summer in winter, day in night, / Heaven in earth and God in man. / Great little one whose all-embracing birth / Brings earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth." --Richard Crashaw (1612-1649)
badinfinity2: Richard Crashaw explains why you should think really hard before starting T:
O ’tis a tear
Too true a tear; for no sad eyne,
How sad so e’re,
Rain so true a teare as thine;
Each drop leaving a place so dear,
Weeps for itself, is its own tear.
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
swdoherty: Welcome, all Wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span.
Summer to winter, day in night,
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth. (Richard Crashaw)
wmrharris: Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span;
Summer in winter; day in night;
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Great little one, whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heav’n to earth.
Richard Crashaw,
adair_mark: ‘Welcome all wonders in one sight!
Eternite shut in a span,
Summer in winter, day in night…’
Richard Crashaw - from ‘A Hymne of the Nativity, sung as by the Shepheards’
Plough: Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span;
Summer in winter; day in night;
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Richard Crashaw
lizziespeller: A wonder of C17 language:
“Proud world,said I,cease your contest
And let the mighty babe alone
The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest
Love's architecture is His own
The babe whose birth embraves this morn
Made His own bed ere He was born”
Richard Crashaw
isidro_li: Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death!
When a deep groan from beneath
Shall cry, "We come, we come!" and all
The caves of night answer one call.
— Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth/Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." Richard Crashaw
Plough: Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span;
Summer in winter; day in night;
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Richard Crashaw
leopercer: "Great little One! whose all-embracing birth
Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth."
Richard Crashaw
bobperella: In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord Poem By Richard Crashaw
plastic_bio: 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
tcbeaton: "Great little One! Whose all-embracing birth lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth." ~ Richard Crashaw
zezo_7x: Come and let us live, my dear.
Let us love and never fear.
Richard Crashaw
RiekkiRon: "Love touch’d her heart & lo it beats
High & burns with such brave heats
Such thirsts to die as dares drink up
1000 cold deaths in one cup
Good reason for she breathes all fire"
--Richard Crashaw
"Hymn to the Name & Honor of the Admirable Saint Teresa"
Mother Teresa
died Sep 5 97
RenaissanceVers: Richard Crashaw, "On Mr. G. Herbert's Book"
CaitlinSil: did it hurt? when you wrote your undergraduate thesis on richard crashaw?
PapistPoet: "MARIA, men and Angels sing
MARIA, mother of our KING.
LIVE, rosy princess, LIVE.
LIVE, crown of women; Queen of men.
LIVE mistress of our song. And when
Our weak desires have done their best,
Sweet Angels come, and sing the rest."
-Richard Crashaw
ericbsong: on a serious note, one excellent bad poem is Richard Crashaw ventriloquizing the baby Jesus getting circumcised as instructing his Dad to enjoy his foreskin blood as an amuse bouche to the crucifixion
RenaissanceVers: Richard Crashaw
jbrynerchu: Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th’ other to pray:
One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th’ other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God’s altar trod,
The other to the altar’s God.
(Richard Crashaw)
jwest_edm: 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.
“But Men Loved Darkness Rather than Light,” Richard Crashaw
helenaironline: At a wedding, Jesus saves the day by turning water into wine. John, who tells the story, may be recalling his own wedding! Richard Crashaw (1613-1649, note: he lived a short 36 years!) stirs our imagination by commenting: “The conscious…
cinnamonbit: I love this old English translation of the same poem by the poet Richard Crashaw
