Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth. - Richard Crashaw
Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.
- Richard Crashaw
Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray. - Richard Crashaw
Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing. - Richard Crashaw
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.
Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day. - Richard Crashaw
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away. - Richard Crashaw
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shal… - Richard Crashaw
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shal…
Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . . - Richard Crashaw
Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . .
And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Unless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well. - Richard Crashaw
And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Unless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well.
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs. - Richard Crashaw
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.
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