Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE], by RICHARD CRASHAW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace Last Line: Dead to my selfe, I live in thee. Subject(s): Consolation | ||||||||
LORD, when the sense of thy sweet grace Sends up my soul to seek thy face. Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, I dy in love's delicious Fire. O love, I am thy SACRIFICE. Be still triumphant, blessed eyes. Still shine on me, fair suns! that I Still may behold, though still I dy. Second part. Though still I dy, I live again; Still longing so to be still slain, So gainfull is such losse of breath, I dy even in desire of death. Still live in me this loving strife Of living DEATH and dying LIFE. For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHAKESPEARE'S GRAVE by ROBINSON JEFFERS RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EINSTEIN by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HOLDERLIN'S JOURNEY by EDWIN MUIR THE PRODIGAL SON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW |
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