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Richard Crashaw Short Poems

Famous Short Richard Crashaw Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Richard Crashaw. A collection of the all-time best Richard Crashaw short poems


by Richard Crashaw
 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! It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!



by Richard Crashaw
 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
 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.

by Richard Crashaw
 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.

by Richard Crashaw
 Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.

by Richard Crashaw
 Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes.

by Richard Crashaw
 These houres, and that which hovers o’re my End,
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.
Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.
That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath To make a kind of Life for my lord’s Death, So from his living, and life-giving Death, My dying Life may draw a new, and never fleeting Breath.