Biography of Richard Crashaw
Richard was the only son of William Crashaw, a puritan preacher in London who had officiated at the burning of Mary, Queen of Scots. In defiance of his father's views on religion, Crashaw went to a High Church college at Cambridge, Pembroke. He later became a fellow of Peterhouse College but was forced to resign because of his Roman Catholic leanings.
Victory for Oliver Cromwell's Puritans in the Civil War made England a dangerous place for Catholic sympathisers like Crashaw, and in 1644 he fled to France. He became a Catholic sometime around 1645. His friend Abraham Cowley found him living in poverty in Paris, and introduced him to Charles I's Queen, Henrietta Maria. She sent Crashaw to Rome with a recommendation to the Pope. On his arrival in Italy however, Crashaw was simply allotted a position in a cardinal's household. Four months before he died, he was made a sub-canon of the Cathedral of Santa Casa in Loreto.
Crashaw was much influenced by the Italian poet Marino, as well as his reading of the Italian and Spanish mystics. Though his verse is somewhat uneven in quality, at its best it is characterised by brilliant use of extravagant baroque imagery.
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Richard Crashaw Poems
Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The W...
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,
An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife
TO these whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could force 'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light
The world's light shines, shine as it will, The world will love its darkness still.
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?
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus folded, and complaining
Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace Sends up my soul to seek thy face. Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, I dy in love’s delicious Fire.
Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams Of noon's high glory, when, hard by the streams Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat,
Divine Epigrams: On The Miracle Of The M...
On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The T...
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle this his sacrifice.
Divine Epigrams: On The Baptized Ethiopi...
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope To wash an Ethiope; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade, For his white soul is made;
In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier song
On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves
See here an easy feast that knows no wound, That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound; A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,
The Flaming Heart
Divine Epigrams: Samson To His Delilah
The Flaming Heart
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,