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To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus by Richard Crashaw

By Richard Crashaw

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

I sing the Name which None can say But touch’t with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; our Good: Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood: The Name of All our Lives and Loves. Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doves! The high-born Brood of Day; you bright Candidates of blissefull Light, The Heirs Elect of Love; whose Names belong Unto The everlasting life of Song; All ye wise Soules, who in the wealthy Brest Of This unbounded Name build your warm Nest.

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"I sing the Name which None can say..."

"To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus" by Richard Crashaw is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 239 lines. This English poem by Richard Crashaw demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I sing the Name which None can say But touch’t with An interiour Ray:...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual 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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