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Page xxiii
... night , then others usually offer in the day ; There , he penned these Poems , Stepps for happy soules to climbe heaven by . Beyond this practically no information is available as to Crashaw's life at Cambridge between his appointment ...
... night , then others usually offer in the day ; There , he penned these Poems , Stepps for happy soules to climbe heaven by . Beyond this practically no information is available as to Crashaw's life at Cambridge between his appointment ...
Page xxxvii
... night one was telling me the life and death of your famous Cambridge wit , Crasshaw , who coming here to the last Pope Innocent , declared his condition and abilities , and that he had left all for the Roman Church , so in fine ...
... night one was telling me the life and death of your famous Cambridge wit , Crasshaw , who coming here to the last Pope Innocent , declared his condition and abilities , and that he had left all for the Roman Church , so in fine ...
Page lxii
... Night And Winter strow her way . and the MS . , with evident reason , punctuates 1. 3 But shut their flowery lids for ever . Night The general character of this MS . seems to confirm the im- pression that several copies of a collection ...
... Night And Winter strow her way . and the MS . , with evident reason , punctuates 1. 3 But shut their flowery lids for ever . Night The general character of this MS . seems to confirm the im- pression that several copies of a collection ...
Page lxvi
... Night ? Rouze thee Illustrious Youth , And let no dull mists choake the Lights faire growth . Point here thy Beames ; ô glance on yonder flockes , And make their fleeces Golden as thy lockes . Vnfold thy faire front , and there shall ...
... Night ? Rouze thee Illustrious Youth , And let no dull mists choake the Lights faire growth . Point here thy Beames ; ô glance on yonder flockes , And make their fleeces Golden as thy lockes . Vnfold thy faire front , and there shall ...
Page lxvii
... Nights heavy brow ; Not on the fresh cheekes of the virgin Morne , Where nought but smiles , and ruddy joyes are worne . Fly then , and doe not thinke with her to stay ; Let it suffice , shee'l weare no maske to day . This poem also ...
... Nights heavy brow ; Not on the fresh cheekes of the virgin Morne , Where nought but smiles , and ruddy joyes are worne . Fly then , and doe not thinke with her to stay ; Let it suffice , shee'l weare no maske to day . This poem also ...
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Aeneid amor atque brest bright Cambridge Christe Christopher Rouse Compare Countess of Denbigh Crashaw cùm dæmon dare death Deus dicere Domini doth e're Ecce edition Elegy enim Epig epigram Epitaph erat Ergò erit eyes faire flaming foot-notes fuit giue habet hæc hand hast hath haue Heading heart heaven hîc hinc Hymn ignes illa ille illi Inque ipsa ipse Joseph Beaumont kisse lacrymas Latin leaue lett liue Lord loue Love lyes magis malè manus MATTH mihi modò Muses Musicks neque Nicholas Ferrar nunc Peterhouse poem pretious puer quæ quàm quid quis quòd quoque Richard Crashaw scilicet selfe shee sibi sinus soule starres Sunne sunt suum sweet tamen teares thee thine thou tibi tuis Tunc tuus ultrà unda verses Virgin vitæ Vpon weepe wings ΙΟ
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Page xl - Moses thou (though spells and charms withstand) Hast brought them nobly home back to their Holy Land. Ah wretched we, poets of earth ! but thou Wert living the same poet which thou'rt now.
Page xliv - Steps to the Temple," " Sacred Poems, with other Delights of the Muses," and "Poemata,"
Page 195 - And teach her fair steps to our earth: Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called my absent kisses.
Page 153 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on...
Page 320 - Shall all at last die into one, And melt thy soul's sweet mansion ; Like a soft lump of incense, hasted By too...
Page 135 - Shall own thee there, and all in one Weave a constellation Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse, Shall build up thy triumphant brows.
Page 129 - To ask the windows leave to pass that way ; Delicious deaths, soft exhalations Of soul ; dear and divine annihilations ; A thousand unknown rites Of joys, and rarified delights ; A hundred thousand goods, glories, and graces, And many a mystic thing, Which the divine embraces Of the dear Spouse of Spirits with them will bring, For which it is no shame That dull mortality must not know a name...
Page 344 - Vain shadow, which dost vanish quite, Both at full noon and perfect night! The stars have not a possibility Of blessing thee; If things then from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Page 339 - Cause 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 Love could tie.
Page 152 - With flash of high-born fancies: here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone...