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Richard Crashaw Quotes

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Richard Crashaw
Love, Sweet, Night
Richard Crashaw (2013). “Selected Poems”, p.48, Carcanet

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Richard Crashaw
Funny, Christmas, Heaven
Richard Crashaw (1858). “Complete works”, p.40

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.

Richard Crashaw
Inspirational, Eye, Tears
"Poetical Works: And, Quarles' Emblems".

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
Death, Sweet, Kissing
'Temperance' (1652)

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

Richard Crashaw
Grief, Speak, Wells
Richard Crashaw (1858). “The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Canon of Loretto”, p.93

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Richard Crashaw
Two, Praying, Bragging

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
Pain, Grieving, Shining
Richard Crashaw (1858). “The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Canon of Loretto”, p.72

Heaven's great artillery.

Richard Crashaw
Life, Heaven, Great Art
Richard Crashaw, George Gilfillan, Francis Quarles (1857). “Poetical Works: And, Quarles' Emblems”, p.170

Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . .

Richard Crashaw
Farewell, Home, Heaven
Richard Crashaw (1949). “The verse in English of Richard Crashaw: the 1646 text of Steps to the temple and The delights of the Muses; the 1652 text of Carmen Deo Nostro; the 1653 text of A letter from Mr. Crashaw to the Countess of Denbigh; and the poems from manuscript”

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
Sweet, Art, Wine
Richard Crashaw, Francis Quarles (1857). “The poetical works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' Emblems”, p.15

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Richard Crashaw
Angel, Wings, Thee
Richard Crashaw (1858). “The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Canon of Loretto”, p.15

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

Richard Crashaw
Future, Eye, Destiny
'Wishes to His Supposed Mistress' (1648)

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

Richard Crashaw
Summer, June, Heaven
Richard Crashaw (1858). “Complete works”, p.118

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

Richard Crashaw
Sweet, Eye, Sunshine

And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Unless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well.

Richard Crashaw
Life, Crime, Wells

In love's field was never found A nobler weapon than a wound.

Richard Crashaw
Weapons, Fields, Found
'The Flaming Heart Upon the Book and Picture of Saint Teresa', collected in Carmen Deo Nostro (published posthumously,1652).

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