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Слушать(AI)Samson to his Delilah
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice? When first I look'd on thee,
I lost mine eyes.
Richard Crashaw
Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) was an English poet, teacher, High Church Anglican cleric and Roman Catholic convert, who was among t
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Wishes to His Supposed Mistress
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible That shall command my heart and me: Where'er she lie,
On the Sepulchre of our Lord
Here, where our Lord once laid his Head, Now the grave lies buried
On the Water of our Lords Baptism
Each blest drop on each blest limb, Is wash't itself, in washing Him :'Tis a gem while it stays here ; While it falls hence 'tis a tear
Upon Fords Two Tragedies
Love's Sacrifice, and the Broken Heart Thou cheat'st us, Ford, mak'st one seem two by art ; What is love's sacrifice but the broken heart
