Richard Crashaw

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Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Love
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And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Death
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Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Grief
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Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Two
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All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Pain
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Heaven's great artillery.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Life
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Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . .
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Farewell
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Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Sweet
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A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Angel
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Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Future
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Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Sweet
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In love's field was never found A nobler weapon than a wound.
- Richard Crashaw
Collection: Weapons