Poem by Richard Crashaw

On the Prodigal

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic? why so glad?
What all thy wealth in council? all thy state?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate. 

1. In the Holy Nativity of our Lord
2. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
3. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
4. On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves
5. The Tear

Print

1026 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version