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A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa by Richard Crashaw

By Richard Crashaw

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of all Those thy old soldiers, great and tall, Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down With strong arms their triumphant crown: Such as could with lusty breath Speak loud, unto the face of death, Their great Lord's glorious name; to none Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne For love at large to fill. Spare blood and sweat: We'll see Him take a private seat,

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"LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord..."

"A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa" by Richard Crashaw is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 148 lines. This English poem by Richard Crashaw demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Richard Crashaw's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Richard Crashaw

Richard Crashaw (c. 1613–1649) was an English metaphysical poet and Catholic convert. His religious poetry — "A Hymn to Saint Teresa" — is among the most ecstatic in English literature.

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