Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 51, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My heart, my lord, 's a naughty thing all o're Last Line: Compleated in a sense, and sung by mee. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My Heart, my Lord, 's a naughty thing all o're: Yet if renew'd, the best in mee, 't would fain Find Words to waft thy praises in, ashore, Suited unto the Excellence in thee. But easier 't is to hide the Sun up under Th'black of my naile, than words to weald this Wonder. Had I Corinthian Brass: nay Amber here Nay Ophir Gold transparently refinde. Nay, th'heavenly Orbs all Quintessenced clear, To do the deed, 't would quite deceive my minde: Words all run wast, so these a nit may Weigh: The World in scale, ere I thy wealth display. Then what doe I, but as the Lady Bee Doth tune her Musick in her mudd wall Cell: My Humming so, no musick makes to thee: Nor can my bagpipes play thy glory well. Amaizd I stand to see thee all Compleate: Compleated by a body, thou makst neate. Thy Church, (what though its matter of it here Be brightest Saints, and Angells, all Compact With Spirituall Glow, with grace out shining cleare And brimfull full of what the World ere lackt) Whom thou hast filld with all her fulness, shee Thy fulness is, and so she filleth thee. Oh! wondrous strange. Angells and Men here are Incorporated in one body tite. Two kinds are gain'd into one mortase, fair. Me tenent in thyselfe my Lord, my Light. These are thy body: thou their head, we see Thou fillst them first, then they do fill up thee. This gracious fulness thus runs to and fro From thee to them: from them to thee again: Not as the tides that Ebbe, as well as flow. The Banks are ever Full, and so remain. What mystery's here. Thou canst not wanty bee. Yet wantest them, as sure as they want thee. Necessity doth in the middle stand Layes hands on both: constrains the body to The head and head unto the body's band. The Head, and Body both together goe. The Head Compleats the body as its such: The Body doth Compleate the Head, as much. Am I a bit, Lord, of thy Body? Oh! Then I do claim thy Head to be mine own. Thy Heads sweet Influence let to mee flow, That I may be thy fulness, full up grown. Then in thy Churches fullness thou shalt be Compleated in a Sense, and sung by mee. | 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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