Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо)

On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;
A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,
What would ye more? Here food itself is fed. 

1. On the Prodigal
2. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
3. Satan
4. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
5. Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1891

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