Quotes
Quotes - Crashaw
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
Where'er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye,
In shady leaves of destiny.
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
Sydneian showers
Of sweet discourse, whose powers
Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
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!"
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs.
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs.
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs.
Welcome! all Wonders in one sight! Eternity shut in a span. Summer in winter, day in night, Heaven in earth, and God in man. Great little one! whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heav'n to earth!
Feast of Philip & James, Apostles Come Love, come Lord, and that long day For which I languish, come away. When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the unseal'd source of Thee, When glory's sun faith's shades shall chase, Then for Thy veil give me Thy face.
Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond, and out-faces That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.
Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are.
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
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,
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed. - Richard Crashaw,
