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Born in 1613 / Died in August 21, 1649 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Richard Crashaw

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Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn

... Not to lie cold, you sleep in snow!She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips ...

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In the Holy Nativity of our Lord

... THYRSISProud World, said I, cease your contest, ...

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Upon the Book and Picture of the Seraphical Saint Teresa

... That seized thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His ...

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Two Went up into the Temple to Pray

... O rather say One went to brag, th' other to pray:One stands up close and treads on high, ...

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Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain

... Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares ...

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Upon Ford's Two Tragedies

... Thou cheat'st us, Ford, mak'st one seem two by art ...

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On the still surviving Marks of our Saviour's

... Or nail, or thorn, or spear have writ in Thee, ...

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Euthanasia

... Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile ...

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On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

...  That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound ...

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Upon the Infant Martyrs

... s blood, Make me doubt if heaven will gather ...

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On the Water of our Lord's Baptism

...  Is wash't itself, in washing Him : ...

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To the Noblest and Best of Ladies, the Countess of Denbigh

... The astonished nymphs their flood's strange fate deplore, ...

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The Tear

... o no;  The dust shall never be thy bed: ...

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On Mr. G. Herbert's Book

... ll lend you, Which every day to heaven will send you, ...

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To the Infant Martyrs

... The place that calls you hence is, at the worst, ...