Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Richard Crashaw Poems

1. An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife 1/1/2004
2. Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine 1/1/2004
3. But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light 1/1/2004
4. Christ Crucified 1/4/2003
5. Prayer 1/1/2004
6. A Song 1/1/2004
7. Divine Epigrams: On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves 1/1/2004
8. Divine Epigrams: On The Baptized Ethiopian 1/1/2004
9. In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord 1/1/2004
10. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple Of Sacred Poe 1/1/2004
11. On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves 4/10/2010
12. Music's Duel 4/10/2010
13. Divine Epigrams: Samson To His Delilah 1/1/2004
14. A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa 1/4/2003
15. The Flaming Heart 1/1/2004
16. Euthanasia 4/10/2010
17. On The Prodigal 4/10/2010
18. Charitas Nimia; Or, The Dear Bargain 4/10/2010
19. The Weeper 1/4/2003
20. On Marriage 4/10/2010
21. Samson To His Delilah 4/10/2010
22. On The Still Surviving Marks Of Our Saviour's 4/10/2010
23. Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress 1/13/2003
24. On The Water Of Our Lord's Baptism 4/10/2010
25. On The Sepulchre Of Our Lord 4/10/2010
26. On The Baptized Ethiopian 4/10/2010
27. Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn 1/4/2003
28. Two Went Up Into The Temple To Pray 1/1/2004
29. Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa 1/4/2003
30. Saint Mar Magdelene; Or, The Weeper 4/10/2010
31. The Recommendation 1/1/2004
32. To The Name Above Every Name, The Name Of Jesus 1/1/2004
33. Satan 4/10/2010
34. To The Noblest And Best Of Ladies, The Countess Of Denbigh 4/10/2010
35. The Widow's Mites 4/10/2010
36. Upon Ford's Two Tragedies 4/10/2010
37. To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine 4/10/2010
Best Poem of Richard Crashaw

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,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.

Read the full of An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife

Christ Crucified

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!

[Hata Bildir]