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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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Verses From The Shepherds Hymn
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the East, And chase the trembling shades away: We saw Thee, and we blest the sight, We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light
To the Noblest and Best of Ladies the Countess of Denbigh
Persuading her to resolution in religion, and Render herself without further delay into the Communion of the Catholic What Heaven-entreated heart is this, Stands trembling at the gate of bliss
In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds
ME, we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ; Come lift up our loftier song, And wake the sun that lies too long To all our world of well-stol'n joy He slept, and dreamt of no such thing, While we found...
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
