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Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – August 25, 1649), English poet, styled "the divine," was part of the Seventeenth-century Metaphysical School of poets.
Died: August 25th, 1649
Quotes: 10 sourced quotes total
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Whoe’er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me.
Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer’s day.
Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter’s head with flowers.
Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Where’er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny.
Prayer--Love's great artillery
The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,— “Here lies a truly honest man!”
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.