Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRUCIFIXUS PRO NOBIS: 3. CHRIST IN HIS PASSION, by PATRICK CAREY Poet's Biography First Line: What bruises do I see Last Line: Sigh out a groan, weep down a melting tear. Subject(s): Jesus Christ - Suffering & Sacrifice | ||||||||
What bruises do I see! What hideous stripes are those! Could any cruel be Enough, to give such blows? Look, how they bind his arms And vex his soul with scorns, Upon his hair They make him wear A crown of piercing thorns. Through hands and feet Sharp nails they beat: And now the cross they rear: Many look on; But only John Stands by to sigh, Mary to shed a tear. Why did he shake for cold? Why did he glow for heat? Dissolve that frost he could, He could call back that sweat. Those bruises, stripes, bonds, taunts, Those thorns, which thou didst see, Those nails, that cross, His own life's loss, Why, O why suffered he? 'Twas for thy sake. Thou, thou didst make Him all those torments bear: If then his love Do thy soul move, Sigh out a groan, weep down a melting tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY THE BURNING-GLASS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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