Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPAPATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 37, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My soule, lord, quailes to thinke that I should bee Last Line: Then I shall in a better temper bee. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My Soule, Lord, quailes to thinke that I should bee So high related, have such colours faire Stick in my Hat, from Heaven: yet should see My Soule thus blotcht: Hells Liveries to beare. What Thine? New-naturizd? Yet this Relation Thus barren, though't 's a Priviledg-Foundation? Shall I thy Vine branch be, yet grapes none beare? Grafft in thy Olive stand: and fatness lack? A Shackeroon, a Ragnell, yet an Heire? Thy spouse, yet, oh! my Wedden Ring thus slack? Should Angel-Feathers plume my Cap, I should Be swash? but oh! my Heart hereat grows Cold. What is my Title but an empty Claim? Am I a fading Flower within thy Knot? A Rattle, or a gilded Box, a Flame Of Painted Fire, a glorious Weedy Spot? The Channell ope of Union, the ground Of Wealth, Relation: yet I'me barren found? What am I thine, and thou not mine? or dost Not thou thy Spouse joyn in thy Glory Cleare? Is my Relation to thee but a boast? Or but a blustring say-so, or spruice jeere? Should Roses blow more late, sure I might get, If thine, some Prim-Rose or sweet Violet? Make me thy Branch to bare thy Grapes, Lord, feed Mee with thy bunch of Raisins of the Sun. Mee stay with apples; let me eate indeed Fruits of the tree of Life: its richly hung. Am I thy Child, Son, Heir, thy Spouse, yet gain Not of the Rights that these Relations claim? Am I hop't on thy knees, yet not at ease? Sunke in thy bosom, yet thy Heart not meet? Lodgd in thine Arms? yet all things little please? Sung sweetly, yet finde not this singing sweet? Set at thy Table, yet scarce tast a Dish Delicious? Hugd, yet seldom gain a Kiss? Why? Lord, why thus? Shall I in Question Call All my Relation to thyselfe? I know It is no Gay to please a Child withall But is the Ground whence Priviledges flow. Then ope the sluce: let some thing spoute on me. Then I shall in a better temper bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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