Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 132, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Pardon my lord, I humbly beg the same Last Line: My breath shall lilly tunes sweet sing to thee. Subject(s): Flowers; Lilies; Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Pardon my Lord, I humbly beg the Same Of thy most blessed Gracious selfe thy hand. For if I nothing touch thy glorious name Showing its praise I shall unworthy stand. And if I 'tempt to celebrate thy fame It is too bright: my jagging pen will't stain. The words my pen doth teem are far too Faint And not significant enough to shew Thy Famous fame or mine affection paint Unto thy famous Selfe in vivid hew. My jarring Pen makes but a ragged line Unfit to be enricht with glories thine. But thus I force myselfe to speake of thee. If I had better thou shouldst better have. It grieves me I no better have for thee Finding thou art the Lilly growing brave Even of the Vally rich where lillies grow Of Graces Bright making a gracious Show. These Lillies White all glorious shining bright Mongst which thou feeding art sweet breathing flower That Entertain thy Sight and Smell most right With Sweetest Splender of rich Grace in power. I hope I am one of these Lillies pure Whose breath and Beauty do thy joy procure. Lord make my Heart the Vally, and plant there Thyselfe the Lillie there to grow. No Scorns Shall me amuse, if I'me thy Lilly clear, All though I be thy Lilly midst of thorns. If I thy Lilly Fair and Sweet be thine My heart shall be thy Harbor. Thou art mine. If I thy Vally, thou its Lilly bee. My Heart shall be thy Chrystall looking Glass Shewing thy Lillies Face most cleare in mee In shape and beauty that doth brightly flash. My Looking Glass shall weare thy Lillies Face As tis thy Looking Glass of Every Grace. My Heart shall then yield thee the Object right Of both thy Spirituall Sight and Smell most clear Standing inrounded in in sweet delight. Thou growing Lilly in't dost feed too there Thus in the Vally and growst very cleare And fill my Vally with perfumed fare. Make mee thy Lilly, Lord and be thou mine. Be thou the Lilly, me its vally right. Thou th'Lillie then shalt make my Vallys shine Thou feeding mongst the lillies, with delight. I then shall weare thy Lillies Whitness fair. My Lungues like bellows shall puff out sweet air. My Vally then shall filld be with Sweet air. My Songs shall blow out Sweetend breath therein That shall perfume the very aire that wears The aromatick breaths breathd out most thin. If thou my Lilly, I its Vally bee. My Breath shall Lilly tunes sweet sing to thee. | 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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