Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Richard Crashaw Poems

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

Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine

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.

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The Weeper

HAIL, sister springs,
Parents of silver-footed rills!
   Ever bubbling things,
Thawing crystal, snowy hills!
   Still spending, never spent; I mean
   Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene.

   Heavens thy fair eyes be;
Heavens of ever-falling stars;

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